If I were a shadow.

Through the slices of segmented desire
Where the circumference of my peevish skin expands,
I inhale into the tiny molecules that flourish these numb walls,
Mending a crack,
With a mist of romance,
A point of lust, a point of a dainty smell of you.
I walk through the ruptures of placid walls enunciating your presence,
And I peel the rim of this cucumber time zone
Where my legs fall in the abyss of surreal moments of you,
Like clicking of needles, rainwater puddle upon my iris,
Now beaming
As if I were a shadow of your dream.
A dream worth swallowing the darkness,
Just to produce the moon’s composure, a debonair companion.

Chants of you

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The promise of high tide, the valour of blooming minds

in the blanket of stardust kiss

in the essence of my apron,

I carry thy words in my uptight hair bun

breezing the hopes, the yearning tongue in the air

Like I see a reflection in the consonance of my eyes

The paintings carved in my belly-button

like a deep slumber of a half-slept moon

establishing the prodigious words of skin,

the language of my pink tongue.

I see you as my dream-catcher sprinkling feathers on my soft breasts

on repetition, you collide with my heart

An Orphic diamond kiss on my eyes.

The daydream is ephemeral for you shall rock

me in the cradle of lavender fields.

As my hair strands say phosphenes chants of you.