He had me for the next few hours like a missing crack from the cloud. A circle of memories sewn in the skin and mouth. We had kissed like cushions melting. Beyond, him my poetry never extended to a third eye. All these years we kept alive each other, lotus defying the existence of swamp. We licked butter from each other’s dripping mouth and lips. Sanguine ways tethered onto our veins and body. We have clicked our arms like a daydream. Fireflies evolving inside our eyes. He counts my finger and mark my tenderness with his territory. It’s luscious. My cadaverous toenails covered in his manliness disappears in a land still oblivion.The river outside flatters and stagnates. He has watched me all naked when I combed my auburn hair, sat and wept. Ataxia does cringe your body and makes it epileptic, mind eating heart. He had seen it all.
His sky blue eyes never lied to mine. Flapping, moist love still rocked the yellows and blues of the sky. I did shatter and chanted obscene thoughts and became a hoop of despair and congruent potent clay. Our walls and ceilings have witnessed our lips sulking and eyes moistening like a sunflower confirming the sunrise. A yellow brawny confirmation. Beliefs do that. They incubate your soul with a tale carved like poetry. Rainwater instilling magic and a clear view. Cobwebs disappearing
And I dedicate my whole galaxy-stellar body, with moisture intact to him.
PS – To my love.
Between the lilies of your golden mouth
and the lining of your lyrical skin
An Entropy of wet sand resides,
Here, I conjure and breathe
like paper planes clicking and unbroken.
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flower of titanium.
lip-locked, verbiage sonogram
With shadows of hurricanes
sweet and resolute.
Hear the thoughts,
like an umbilical cord
The tips of bud
and bottoms of
clinging, parasitic love.
in your clockwise tongue
of spits and spits.
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Whispers: A tale of my forlorn soul to my fingernails
A point of truth occurs on my sordid laps,
I had enough of alcohol, enough of pills now
Fatigue, disappointment, Dropping ink,
Like a spot of timid bee,
my back scratches the pain of black paint,
spawling I am dwelling outside the cape of unknown and the known
Travelling graves and the faded stars
Beneath duality, a layer of another transparent air exists
Cubes of salt and granules of sugar
Sip, slap, gulp.
Hush, my thoughts are evolving back and forth
oh, forth and back(tapping the drums,
The breakfast I prepared stinks tonight,
I will eat the dinner in the morning.
The circumference of my naval is lit yet again,
There are stories piling inside, Stacking of memories,
the throbbing of outnumbered voids.
Silence, noise, silence.
-My valiant Soul
I am silvered and stickered
in the blue’s of despair
hunting my scalp
down to the ankle stain,
For the roads are a summer breeze
tropical, slapping my coarse breast
the humming is repetitive.
like insanity clicking
Viscous walks defy my extinction.
The roars and shouts, scrapping my last
single bit of blood
my last single ounce of sleep.
my last single mouth of chalks and blackboard.
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My squinting eyes evolve and illuminate the seeds and seedlings of us. Germination and hibernation. It’s stillness spinning on my cracking bones and lips. Thunders push forward my footprints, marking sand and sand-dunes of time like a canopy or translucent umbrella of opaque dreams. It’s treacherous. Banal and vixen kisses to tell you. The door-knobs even pique and cringe if this bellybutton delivers abhorrence of time and scars.
I have been bitten and marked. Denouement spoke to my tongue. I had a liquid conversation with the hinges of my black bed and cottons of white pillow, it scared me like a colossal tornado.I had inexplicable seizures that year and was hustled with a silver spoon to keep me alive. And I survived and lived.
Sustenance mingles with the Universe to crack your spine always.
I tasted salinity and guns. With thorns and lotus opening up in my callous floral palms. These small, little white palms.
Tides often slow down and flush waters only after a big cyclone. And, I learned something.
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What intrigues my eye the most is the sweetness and copious jelly myths of the world. A truth about death and beauty. Shapes genesis hoodwinked as orange sunsets, leveraging. I form petty diluted circles of observance hanging outwards from my malice thighs. A point of dissatisfaction. Itching of my eyelids emphasize that.I become a murmur retracing my vintage memories and an array of laughter. Is that real?
Pain makes you semi-liquid. Oozy and dropping.You want to lick its hard mahogany slurps and burps, you fail. There is a point of indifference arising in the lines of palms and ankle. The resistance. The stagnation. The repetition. Mollusc scalded and halved to bear fruits and offsprings. Offsprings of delusions and love. And a linear equation is formed like a stack of memories stored in the jar from a lush garden. So, is this real?
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