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 cotton sheets
where memories slap my tongue
I see you, Yes…I do.
I thrive and wrap and surrender
my soliloquy white silence
in the flash and soils
and I see still myself sinking deep
into your coconuty eyes.
A conjuncture of Aurora,
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
i have watched you swallowing my winter talks and gripping my crooked breaths I become an empty air in my body surviving for your arms and tongue the weeds that grow inside our bellies, something divine occurs like doves and pigeons, we flap and nurture my red nail paint chips and get dissolves into your teeth you ingest me with soaked balls of kisses and softness that of the moon I see you like a shadow i want to digest and churn into my stomach i see you as thunders and the Himalayas perhaps, I can be the icicle of your cheeks sitting onto your lips screaming my undertones of solace and then bites, bites, some more bites.
At this point, i am floating like starfish, Corals at the nape of your neck where i once tattooed my clandestine tears, now volatilized, faded and so i eat you like my favourite breakfast day and night night and day.
Between your dewy lips and wet time
I see clocks of white hills
humming skins, throbbing breaths
pure, symmetrical breaths.
Inside the tempestuous wilderness
of your eyelids and thumbnail
A reflection of paradise exists.
Once again, the frozen earth erupts now
holding chills, heat and rains all inside
sulking the primordial fights
and blossoming tiny weeds of hope.
In the moisture of inks and skies
Indexation of our inundated words occur
Hysteria, Incantations, Contentment
™My Valiant Soul
Like a distinctive shine, my heart palpitates for your convex smile,
the dewy lips romancing with a shooting star,
the prodigious forest inside my body receives a gust of fragrance,
your beatific touch that glitters my waistline, oh, my man!
Between lips and parched lips, resides a mystical cacophony
yarning a crown of butterflies to decorate my atlas of body
to receive the markings that spread through my milky breast
where the darkness vanishes in the monotony of time,
I smell my bed sheet, the spots you rocked me,
clinging on the jasmine night,
that gave an ephemeral shake, a tremor to our naked souls.
A thunder I produced, inside my poppy finger-nails
where I captured your aroma,
as a pearl of delight: my necklace
I want your immortal touch inside the folds of my skin,
sucking my tongue
residing in the interiors of my temple shaped body,
I have known moist cities and pale humans
putting a slumber to my desire,
And snickering to my crooked jawline
where the goddess even hides in cold evenings.
I have seen sanity, insanity.
I have been tattooed with thorns of roses
wrapped around my neck, suffocating, killing, devastating.
And here I survive in your crisp prism blurry image
turning around the previous thorns as a cultivated seed.