lorienfae

[lorienfae]

Shed yesterday's skin like old leaves and trailed wind,

echoes from a grotto murky and dank whispering of another life, layers

that weave around our breaths, notion of stillness

in the breeze, in the arms that speak of want and gratitude, and warmth

—the warmth I seek, of you, in the mists across the horizon.

© Anna S. 2025 // for the prompt skin by @picklemafia

[lorienfae]

Limbs splayed in the arms of renegade thunder, we echo —

life unfurls

ebbing and flowing with tides, soft rustle of seawater and breath, plumes of froth interweaving with feathers of wings in flight

like double-exposed film, otherwordly and ethereal.

With falling petals we whisper — a heart to heart elixir, comprehension anointed upon lips,

and we, in our Oubaitori flow, bloom in time, in being,

flowers that billow in the lemniscate tide.

© Anna S. 2025 / for the prompt by @picklemafia

[lorienfae]

White, shimmering, ethereal, the egret writes its own ode by flight, verses of feather and wing spoken by air's apt lips

eloquent, heart tinging

and quietly sighed into time. The ceremony of being

is rapt and flowing, fleeting yet vastly eternal

and simply allowed to be.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Somewhere through a veil of stars somewhere out there we are

floating like dandelion seeds and lazy sunlit grins

somewhere within eternity's wispy and mellow sigh

we relearn to fly, you and I.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Sanctum,

in perigee to the eloquence of contours, the way we sway and move in tune with the sea,

becomes a tale of chemistry, we play palmistry

—your fingers reading me aptly and sans thought, only sense,

unmoored and carried by the currents.

Memories

aren't made to shine alabaster and pristine, they bear verdigris chapters of layer-by-layer feeling, morsels of pearl mixed with barnacles and mud, silt

upon the ocean floor—

and, rummaging through tresses of seaweed, I try to remember vestiges of something wrapped in mist, a trace of touch

that seems only a dream.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Like moths and butterflies, time flutters

—dusk flow and dawn-rise, aglow;

phases of the moon dance with our wildness,

in dreams,

in etheric cohesion of bonfire flames and solace.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

// another collab with @cruxymox, thank you!!! // -----------------------------------------------

a fire streaking south in the sky silent, a guise of death, an omen but it is just my heart dying, trying to find a place to land

her absence is tangible & tangled covering my salt-drowned face hiding this my sadness

i shatter such that she does not hurt

a mirror-filled timescape, facade of self-reflecting, reflected, the ghost of her fingers haunts me

even in sleep, she is my heart, my hiraeth

i shatter, these looking-glass slivers, shards of me hurtling, suspended in slow motion

a glimmer-rain of stars

a glimmer-rain of stars or just glimpses of my silent tears from the periphery from behind the fogged window from under another unremembered dream from the bottom of another gin bottle

they don’t mean much only the haunting means anything & it isn’t even you … … just your memory

i wish you still talked with me ( i shatter )

i wish i could see you again ( my heart is dying )

these wishes swirl and coil in the aether, and somewhere, ‘twixt binary moons of sidereal existence

we are one.

[lorienfae]

White petals of a blank slate shimmering with the untouched want, yield of distance

just barely past fingertip yet bareness

is what we are underneath—

under everything, sigh layers and burdened memory, we are left but you and me,

and listen

perhaps the embers in the wind exhale

a litany

—for these searchlight heartbeats.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

I trailed my fingers slowly, feather-light, over the stubble of your cheek, lifting my gaze—

your eyes bore the sea within their depth; I swam in their currents, your tide arms wrapping around me, safe and knowing

we could be the beacon, the lighthouse cantillating atop the cliffs, guiding each other home;

I let myself touch you

as the world is only a blur of rushed chapters and a moment of love given could only nourish the fleeting experience;

I let my heart be unmoored to your sea, humming softly through the mist

—a semblance of a balm, though it might not salve all the shipwreck history you still carry,

yet for a moment

my touch was your peace.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

A slow fluttering, begotten like a lolling tide lull, lingers—

a morphing murmuration

in its aerial aura transcendent and harmonizing.

I forget the visage of the past, turn layers of unused thought into ode origami

and sing with the katydids because they remember who they are;

and wrapped in sensuality,

I flutter, a starling lyric in vacuity of time.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

intricate sigh of liminal thought 'tween sky and phantasmagoria—

weeping, weeping rainpour

osseous trees reaching gnarly branches to seek, but what? Oh forlorn glory imprinted like lichen into our bones,

feathers of my wings rustle, they rustle like my spirit anointed in sea-plume

and drowned in the peeling bark of hope, mouthforming caterwaul yet silent

press our fingers together onto the watching tree’s wound, into its treacled sap

weeping, weeping rainpour hold what is hidden close

lest it seep into the ravined soil and fade like untold history—

a lore we carry in the scripture of our fingerprints, tree-ringed faith

kept through oxidation of time, and watered by

our wabi-sabi hearts.

// a collaboration with @cruxymox (thank you!!!)

[lorienfae]

Waves hum, gentle, a hazy languor stretched over the dusk air, time pretending to be rippleless

I quell the silence — a feather, etching sense

into skyscapes, swiveling in the wind's fingers—

become astute as a lone tree in a desert,

sifting through a dreamcatcher

and breathe in reverie.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

This midnight beauty stretching across halcyon hours, a kaleidoscope of songs and eons, and

we are silt on the bed of stellar riverflow,

time wafts, in torpor ...

I bathe in oceanwater that whispers in runes shaped like your irises

and the xanthic sigh of sunflowers upon the counter

lulls.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Moonlight

Thoughts wrapped in stalactites and stalagmites, beingness

found

within phantom time, ceremony of something unseen but known as surely

as a breath.

Saturnalian echoes brushed into the palette of day reach into consciousness, a heart of feeling, ravenous

to connect; yet

we all tread gravity trying to remain airborne, trying

to feel that elusive kiss in the moonlight.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

a little spoken word video

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Seawaves merge and sway over my humble form, a beingness

confessed to the solace of aqueous, phantasmagoric

realm; a sense-entwining stillness, it swirls

its graceful fingers through the billowing folds,

instills a silent understanding that I am one

with the flow, astute and wanton both,

raising my chin to meet the light

softly filtering through the surface, dancing

over the contours of my bareform skin.

© Anna S. 2025

[lorienfae]

Thank you @aubriestar for the tag to post 4 non-selfie photos.

Tagging @poeticdevotion @cruxymox @desayunogratis