you were never good with truth.

this distance tastes

like crimson and clover,

like whiskey on the rocks,

like m e m o r i e s

i swallow them down,

waiting

underneath the stars,

tethered to your deception,

to empty promises

and elusive dreams,

to illusions of love

that were only skin deep

i stand

beneath broken skies,

holding out for you

to say something true

but, we both know

that was never something

you knew how to do

– ashley jane

daylight is for devils too.

your voice

is seared into my mind,

the shrill sound

like when angels scream

and devils dance

and it is one decibel away from

u n b e a r a b l e

it calls from within,

challenging my last stand

against you,

and every damn word

tastes like poison

i can still see your smirk

and that look you give,

your pitch black

soul-haunting stare

stealing my breath

every.single.time.

and I’m left gasping,

choking on a memory,

my tenuous grip on sanity

one slip away from broken

and with these flashbacks

you prove

that not all monsters

live in the shadows

you walked under the sun,

eyes gleaming

and a smile on your face

and yet

you’re far worse

than any demon

i’ve met

in the dark

– ashley jane

i am under her spell.

i watched her

waking from hibernation,

neither ghost nor girl

but hovering somewhere in between,

a born wildflower drifting

so i taught her

to dance in rays of sunlight,

to run beneath the rain

and now,

she is anointed with energy,

illuminated from within

she goes up in flames

and emerges with wings

she becomes the magic

that keeps me wild

– ashley jane

thank you.

➖➖➖

you spend your mornings

with coffee and crosswords,

your afternoons

filled with dirt and digging,

the tilling of sandy soils

in a garden that gives back

there is such power

in the small things,

the shoots of plants that bloom

from seeds in sowed fields,

the energy of life and love

in hands that endeavor to provide

– ashley jane

we’ll soon be swallowed up by the heat.

winter rolls off my shoulders,
replaced by a balmy spring
and the sticky press of uncertainty
we drift through a haze of days
where seasons waver,
as do hearts,
both unable to shake the feeling
of unease
this hot air clings,
making love to skin that still aches
for a breeze

– ashley jane

will you jump in?

her eyes are home to silent seas,
a touch of azurite and aquamarine,
a cool gaze filled with depths you can’t fathom
but that soul of hers
is all moonlight and sakura blossoms,
the moment when winter meets spring,
feathers of snow and brushstroke blooms
painting her heart in hopeful hues
she is an garden of beauty on the ocean floor
daring you to explore

– ashley jane

dip-dyed prose for darkened skies.

messages
transported by a knot of sparrows
across the spectrum of colors
we ride on the backs of a birdsong
and melt into the fire of tomorrow,
souls ablaze in the flashpoint 
of the words we were too afraid to share
we’re crossing lines and time zones 
as they swim in the northern lights,
staining our pages with wet ink,
infusing chapter and verse
with a myriad of hues,
painting rainbows with poetry

– ashley jane