Between the halved door
And the bat of her eyelids
10,000 images climbed the window
and rained hard blood while raising the dead
All at once; that image wreaked havoc…
Nails like no iron; sparked fires beyond infernos
Splitting mud wide open,
Streaking soft expressions of sweetness
Dictating love letters all over the back that sends the pressure
It’s the silence of the language
that grabs and grips the essence of speeches
the bud and the bee finds harmony
in the scent of sunrise; even the softest of rains floods the deepest desires.
So she’s painted again!
Over and over again
Some in skin; some in fantasy
The body! Never touched with hands of flesh
It’s that feeling that’s so real
All in the head across seas and rivers
As the planets align
Heavens ride the rings, birthing many more moons and rivers
Letting pure nature flow
Enjoying every drip of sweat that falls from the brow
As wonderers soak the air of anxiety
and wait among the clouds for silver ribbed rings
so is that pause in the time
exhaling loudly, when reality
fills space and all will be had
1 comment:
sounds as though you closely observed someone who only reveals her true feelings through subtle expressions,every time you meet.
(you must be enjoying yourself)
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