Hold me like soft sand and poetry shimmering inside our luminous body. With neutrons clinging. Alphabets dancing. Hold me in the ebb of your turbid arch of bones that wraps my skin against your beard. I see my sagging breasts colliding your face, erupting cocktails and exotic dreams. I hear crickets churning my stomach. I, ingest my fears and swallow my dewy rainbows where you circle my lips with moist conversations of love.I place my frizzy coconutty hair on your chest and you knit a dreamland back and forth.I swallow your caricature and drink it like a cupid or something even more divine. Sinking beneath your foot I douse my fingers with painted doses of smile and hopes. A forehead of sunsets and mosaic, I chew my crisp quixotic air till I am floating like wax. This is how I worship your transparent shoulders, your utopian breath, little murmurs. Loops and magnets of lipids and liquid dreams. A grasshopper marks my mouth with your rosewater incensed air. Here, a collision occurs. Occult.
The sound of water almost uncanny,
A plastic bag bloats and floats
like a memory of thoughts
piled and halved beneath,
my sagging skin of skins.
The room is a liquid gel
with my thoughts arrested,
sleek and colourful.
my thoughts bifurcate further
With tunes of melancholy
and cascading mystical languages.
To observe the stagnant darkness
with my crisp white eyes
A twig eating another twig.
I sit and scream
in the slivers of time
piercing through this vacuum body,
I hear rumbling of sky
detonating my body vapours
I nourish the thoughts
like a cotton swab
softly, piling and weeding.
It's almost ethereal.
The night knitted our bodies like lanterns lit
with navy-blue aromas,
with currents storming
with sands under my body of hope,
with utopia and songs messed up in my head.
You wrapped my raisin skin,
performed colourful themes
like an Orion singing,
The night stimulated
dripping from my tongue
With sunflowers melting
on our wax bodies
And the texture changing,
I grew a day older that day,
to see your landscapes and pyramids
sulking on my lips
sulking in my eyes,
You bit my neck that night
and you saw your name imbued
in frames and pieces
like a soft cloth residing
under my moonlit blood
You knew that day, we shared something more
beyond the stars.
Like Spring approaching.
Observe and stagnate the cuts on my eyelid
or the shaking body
Pretend that love-making, a part of the moon
In the windowsill, in the corners of the ebb
Pour your heaviness on my bosom at rest
where the hummingbird knit its nest
Slice and colour your hands
Honey-suckle your moist tongue,
clocks kissing clocks
Mysterious church bells, hush.
Observe and stagnate my white blood
whisper your spring,
thunderstorms into my belly,
carve it into a sweet meadow,
something like soft and crisp,
Hanging bulbs, lotus, potion, lotion.
clean and holy.
Blend your colour, smell
and scratch my bones.
Observe and Rest now.
Rugged and stained like diamond pieces
Equinoctial beats and wet lips,
This darkness bites my sour mouth
with injections and nerves of seizures.
Hymns and flavours of sharp projections
Contoured and well defined
Smirk. Like a swamp of poise.
Eternal Black Spot.
The ink parts my foot and declares a War
With swirls and prowess for moisture
and a supernatural belief.
It’s madness or total anxiety.
It’s a full stop. Rubbing my tongue
I see my eyes, the mirror work and the stones.
I see it with a thread of wool and deductions of logic.
It’s unnatural how you fall for me every day among the sunsets and pancakes. You caress my elbow, a star falls right upon my sliced forehead. The partitions are yellow, perforated, a sublime concoction of moisture and stories to foretell. The hoop of canticle vortex slides on my plump thigh and you begin to smile. It’s unnatural how you pause and speak. A diamond crackles in South. Blueberries put me to sleep in a land cryptic.
My nail cutter goes missing and my nostrils clog. I am a stack of insomnia with your wilderness living in my caramel heart. You wink and the paths collide. Shimmers. Cocktails of foreign kisses. My words vacillate with slick back pepper distorted prints. I blend in your pristine blood and something occurs. It’s all unnatural.
Fabrication of memories flutter. My lips and tongue all in motionless picture breaks. Silence and Love. Love and Silence. My eyelids are soft now, like baby powder on my stomach, sliding and awake. You sit and breathe effortlessly. Alchemy occurs.
It wasn’t like I was soaking in a pool of sunsets and sunrises I was alive and breathing, the time you felt my body overlapping my curves, you swore you learned geography like the Polaris meeting the souths of your dark pole
I giggled, moved like a lighthouse swamping in potholes and dents of a curved house, I was alive and breathing with a firefly floating inside my head With a bouquet of red hopes disguised as your white fingers touching my white sane mind, white bedsheets, white walls. The black corners clashed, carbon mouth descending, still breathing.
I remember picking up a cactus and swallowing it. Ingesting sweet Irish coffee. Swirling a garland of despising and pebbles of mundane realities. I was evolving and thawing. You intact my shapes and declared me Nuclear.
Seasons yelling. Nature smirking. I was still breathing beneath the iron chains and rusty tables. Falling leaves adorned my body often, like a thunder giggling a thunder.