Ishaisms, Poetry

Sweet, seductive Sorrow

Sweet, seductive Sorrow, your ivy leaves climb slowly upon me... Intoxicated and charmed I float higher, teasing you to catch up... and you always do. A world of dark mesh, withering red petals, and bold, unrelenting thorns; I wither too, then, fain, into your arms; that my teardrops may touch you in the dewy, dark… Continue reading Sweet, seductive Sorrow