I desire the things which will destroy me in the end- Sylvia Plath
Give me a cauldron, a soaked cotton firmament
multiplied and divided,
in the sunshine of cigars and the owls of dark
Pulverized ropes of hollow imagination, it flatters me.
I want to put my foot in the skull of my brain
and measure the elasticity, the gravity throbbing.
Your smell locks my lips, susurrous allusion
with your diamond dents and abstraction
Kneading your mouth to my skin
my pores to your arms,
loose like vapours dissolving into the colossal violet sky
So, I crave you and your moist moist moist tongue.
A little does not fulfil my throat,
I want the dirt, and the limericks broke and joined
with the sustenance of deluge inside my veins.
The remains and ashes,
the clock between my mind and my doings,
insane movements, I want all.
Slick slurps of hatred and love
clinging my iris and legs.
I want all things bad and eccentric.
PS.-Because I am running out of inspiration, I could always find some, from this amazing evergreen poetess. She is simply astronomical.
My poem on Visual Verse can be read by you all here.