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 effortlessly, like paper planes clicking and unbroken. ®image and words MVS
Let me sew your linings of solace onto my blank, numb fingers like the gasp of a saviour dreaming Orange, Red Vibrancy And I pour you into my wine glass magenta and red my blood splashes My mascara, discerning and colliding and I dance and dance I think of rainbows and you where my world… Continue reading Methods and Ways
I ate you like the black spot of the moon splitting the silence and dissolving the quietness in the peaches and apples, I asked your thorn too with an ebb blooming onto my eyelid softness cracks, butter lips Jupiter, Mars dancing I ate you still, coating myself with wax I see you behind the slick… Continue reading Into You.
Understand this. That I am afraid of the sunshine that sticks to my forehead often ringing darkness as its ghost, or the beam of the heavy eyelid The mannequins of transparent aches I have Throttle the rim of my soft neck, and my skin sinks in the reds and blues of waterfall reverse. My fingers… Continue reading A Wall of Separation
With hallucinating fingers of forecasting I counted your skin and your mouth and I counted you Your mouth poured water on my soiled heart, almost a surreal thing. And you buttered my hair, my lips, my hips with cerulean droplets of your vintage mirror. I saw you taking vodka and pills while sobbing near the… Continue reading Mother, I see you.
Pull me closer to your diamond skin a place that eats all my molested scars, in the walls of books and poetry you shall be my muse, the other half. of my upcoming poetic line, upcoming splinters of ice, we make love castles,amidst the dirt hanging like spider web, Precise knots of commitment are the… Continue reading Our Poetry
Latitude of your strawberry eye in congruence with my winter skin where a pool of weeds evaporate sinking into the outlandish touch, A loop of anomalous cogent thread arise in the windowpane of your heart, I see the Earth, the moon and my teeth cracking your Universe, For I reside in your skins of skins.… Continue reading Skins Of Skins
if skies can hear our soft touch The earth will burn, flames shall pierce the skins of stupendous, crisp evening potato and I shall become dandelions, the vein of your holy blood. ©My Valiant Soul