The warm leaves that twirl om my feet
your lips/ the effect of petrichor
a vintage scent of lovemaking
I carry your marks on my thighs
the interwined fingers,
the scent that blooms the winters.
My therapists say to stay away from the fever
from the red- blue dementia
It happens again.
In the dim- orange light,
we melt away
against the mellow walls
things I can only understand now.
Everything embers on my tongue
the silk- white sheets between my ribs
The body is a marine kaleidoscope,
an abode of abundant light
with the green songs
you float on my belly.
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Between the ribs,
the glow disappears into a surreal thing.
A wavy black mirage appears on a crushed paper
/ the piquant distance now,
Slipping between the cellulose air of void/
a mayhem of loose threads,
a dawn kisses by a hurricane,
Will things occur in heart now?
Or will the sit and devour the morbid mind?
of dust- laden mouths
filled with anger/ sins,
Oh humanity! The disavowal of sodden eyes,
almost each night, in darkness.
People like light rays, leave.
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