poetry

Darling


Darling,
a bumblebee of your name comes
and sticks to my comatose body
strewing words of your lips,
porcelain slick drops of rain.

There I am, endlessly counting
the threads of time,
your body like chemicals rushing,
talking tounges, flesh sinking in nature.
something surreal we deliver to autumn,
a painted silhouette of love.
We gulp the harrowing throb of time,

inhaling the movements of our doused body,
in a swamp of emblematic sheets of symmetry.
We become a pattern, a floral one,
darling...
this is how i take you,
Afternoon red sun.

43 thoughts on “Darling

  1. You use words and metaphor like fine honed tools that you can manipulate as you see fit. Again, I am captured by the way you do romance.
    These are the most gorgeous words I have read since I returned…
    We become a pattern, a floral one,
    darling…
    this is how i take you,

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