Porcelain dreams

i watch you sleeping in the coldness nights of eve-dropping
with my vapid blue chipped nails, still gasping for breath,
i watch you like a surrealistic, walking above the ocean
to touch the mouths of lost and valleys of lights.
I turn and twitch on the bed of mirrors,
it has parts of your liquid face
gonging, cracking my lips of butter
i still watch you,
from my heavy breasts to my small hands
like a cauldron of wavelengths, skewered apart
still dropping words of a decayed autumn leaf.

this body is lipids and a segment of cosmic lights
deluged in moist concave conversations,
with oneself, with you.
You call me honey, and I begin to melt
like an Orion of mouths and skins of Gods murmuring.
My breaths slip in the ocean, the sky still succumbed
of last night’s naked love
Breaking inside you,

‘unlacing,
mending,
roaring.

i wish your eyes of chocolate rain
closed, loved, closed, mine.
Harbour of jolting smiles,
fever, broken radio voice.
all is here,
in my black pitch room,
in my crisp tongue.
And i watch you breathing, singing.

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47 thoughts on “Porcelain dreams

  1. Absolutely gorgeous! This part stood out to me the most:
    “this body is lipids and a segment of cosmic lights
deluged in moist concave conversations,
with oneself, with you.
You call me honey, and I begin to melt
like an Orion of mouths and skins of Gods murmuring.”
    You know how to craft words and put (beat?) them into submission. Much love, K! 😊♥️🌸

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      1. You’re too sweet! And I’m giggling because you found my nickname that only my dad calls me! 😁 but trust me, D, it is my pleasure to read yours and if the beauty and love and hurt and experiences we have shared is what makes reading poetry so absolutely divine, then I suppose humanity can keep on keeping on. ❤️

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  2. I really don’t know you that well and wouldn’t want to be presumptuous, but I really feel like your poetry has shifted lately. It’s almost softer or more pensive or what’s the word I want….a more profound longing?

    Regardless… This was wonderful.
    The last stanza is incredibly relatable and very beautiful.

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