Years of Togetherness

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.

®MVS-

PS – To my love.

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