perhaps i got caught between your silk fingers,
gently throwing the vomit away,
petals of lips brushing away,
swaying like thunders.
perhaps, i slipped into you
before time,
before spring could collapse on my belly,
time sticks too many collection.
i am bloodlust,
caffeine on the stove, incensed.
expanding like perforated sky
only to melt like never before.
a stretch of copper sky,
hips full of smoke & nostalgia.
perhaps i loved you way too much.
give me a moment erupting like shreds of golden mirror,
honey dripped touch,
mouths swallowing a sweet lie of ours.
something like that, but real.
Advertisements
i do not hallucinate time
and your levitating skin
bluish words, bluish eyes of Meraki,
i count the scars on the nape of your neck
infinite scalds of heaven
pulling life backwards and forwards.
You have an impatient mouth
sundial beds of petunia
faltering sheets of sunbathed sheets,
you prick my lips
like a landslide romancing Moon,
surreal.
I am awake as i fall
i fall and i am awake
swans of a churlish period.
we took needles in our mouth
stirring
and shaking
producing spring again and again.
silver hum of nights
dissolving,
in the orange casket of my ovary.
