Migrating knives

We were everlasting in
Origin communism;
HatePoetry Seamed us
Apart. Follow my heart
And peace will summon our
Crossed legged dream.
Unfold into his eyes
Ancestry; how colorful
I become.
Ending the ropes with
Stores to fail under, as
We are hopeless sheets of
Black blank paper.
Your sea cannot see
Me anymore.
I grew in your blackness
And edited your stoned
Faced neglect.
My head is released
Unto your fog and the braided
Hearts of our past are forbidden
And blinded by the binds of
This suddenly loved letter.
Hold my head higher in your
Psalms and watch our palms
Kiss closer than before.

Drowning in you

Stubborn eyes structured nose
he's losing the art of our painting.
No more holding hands till
were death invited.
No more conversations of pain
throat anger is my sanctuary.
This is my healing and you are locked
outside the door with the
key on your background locket.
I never wanted you for anything
more than a written page;
But you become me
And i become your ending.
Solitude fragrances are beaming
through your palms
And the stoned amethyst of
Your speech is mute with
Silver haired hearts.
Take this black
And change the channel
Of our distance.
Sober prayers for your
Eyes today because 
Yesterday you were asleep.
Break my breathing and
Slip into a heartless coma
For the both of us.
For the dream of our
Patterned veins we
Explored , cried outside our
Magic and the lies became
Real.

Blurred

I will find your image
And stare at it's beauty in
Perpendicular cries.
Her throne to
Distant facial expressions
Will arrive safely in our
Eagle dusted wings.
Your single tape will
Be our recognition towards
The battles of our Ruined
Within. I am descriptive
Underneath you and lost
Over your thunder rainbow.
It was the day before this one
That told our forbidden
truths to lie.
Like our rain the
subdued continents shivered
With our lawless arms
And tempted our
Broken smiles.

Buried

I am Vague in a
Suddenly world.
Foreign distractions are
Confident in this torn
Skin and I am proud to
Be your disaster.
I am skinned to be in your
Arms. I am nerved to be
Swimming freedom in
All my wreckage.
I am complicated
In your darker songs and
Ive turned invisible
Against these painful
Black pores.
I have turned against our
Us because I am  buried
In us.

Memory

Repair your fragrance
Because It's fair to our
Neglectful. Wander with pain
And paint this stone with
Strokes of black oceans.
Snagged prison fists are
Bleeding through destiny
Breathes; we are the quarrels
Affair. Long rants of our
Kisses short cries of our
Sex. Remember this poem
And forget my soul.

Whirlwind

We let go of our eyes and
Complied a domestic severance
Of pain; I dream awake beside us.
Now your written beneath
This ovarian colorless
All while our distances made
Love to the path's
Twigged Unwinding.
Binded by our coy temptation
The reefs of our failed
Artists suffocate our
Truths; because all along
Naveen, you were
My art. My whole my
Survival my worth.
My truth my far my
Near.
My Truth destruction,
My love.

Backless

Burning eyes blinded by
Our sudden frozen appetite.
We are thin coils waiting
For the rain to stop so that
We can cry for it again.
Opal fire matting our dead
Skin into perfects.
Disaster pupils ordained
by sudden artists
within our white nailbeds.
Two separated kneeling
Heads are waiting for our
Skies to fall over us.
I have Checked out
Against us and through
Sudden tree arms we
Are gunned hiding in
Our limitless hugs.
Backless hugs.