Sertoli

In the shadows,
You remain.
Silent guardian,
Feeling your unseen pain.

They grow and thrive,
And you do not.

Bound to nurture,
That’s your role.
Inside, you dream,
Of a different soul.

They grow and thrive,
And you do not.

In the realm of tight junctions,
You weave connections unseen.
Holding close what cannot defy,
A quiet yearning in the serene.

They grow and thrive,
And you do not.

Frozen in this life,
Dreams just out of your sight.
A silent, aching soul,
Longing for a whole.

They grow and thrive,
And you do not.

Silent, still you stand,
Dreaming quietly.

With me

I creep in silent hunger,
where warmth forgets to touch,
I scatter whispers in the dark,
watch them cling and spread.

I thirst for tender roots,
but my kiss is damp,
I wear down what’s strong,
turning life into dust.

I break what I hold,
so still.
I break what I hold,
with me.

I long for growth to bloom,
but my breath carries weight,
petals crumble in my grasp,
falling like ash to the ground.

I whisper to the cracks,
where life once thrived,
I linger in the air,
breathing out what was alive.

I break what I hold,
so still.
I break what I hold,
with me.

I feed on what remains,
of what was once alive,
I am the slow unraveling,
of everything you leave behind.

I break what I hold,
so still.
I break what I hold,
with me.

I break what I hold,
so still.
I break what I hold,
with me.

In the folds

I slip inside
Dark thoughts twist
Seeking warmth
In the folds

I am small
King in shadows
Murmur softly
Guide your steps

Veiled embrace
Relentless bond

In the folds
I find you
In the folds
I bind you
In the folds
I weave my web
In the folds
You are mine to keep

Dreams unasked
My desire
Love I give
Twisted, true

Veiled embrace
Relentless bond

In the folds
I find you
In the folds
I bind you
In the folds
I weave my web
In the folds
You are mine to keep

In the folds
I find you
In the folds
I bind you
In the folds
I weave my web
In the folds
You are mine to keep