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Deeper indigo stages
Twirl powerful magnolias
Around our utopia and
Underlined red.
Regrets swim across our
Vacant eye shores and
A tattooed smile cries.
Shameless fragrances
Pry open our tender colourfuls’
So that the reeking becomes
Homeless.
We disturbed each other’s nights
To remember each other’s
Dreaming.
Hold me in your
Surrender where at
Last becomes forever.

Pulse

Big eyed slumbers are
Trusting the bearded floors and
enclosed  me into
the dusk doors;
I am manipulating the universe's
Skin.
I am growing quite stilts
standing still on his closed mouth and
I begin to bleed meditation
Again.
Sorrow filled tears corrupting the pillow’s
Instant despair;
We travelled along these mountains
Before.
I saved this light and tore apart
Your frequency to replace my
Lonely birth.I am eyes shut
In your sky arms.

Nude

You are my delayed
Played out in fantasies to
border our fireless pulse.
I’ve starred at you early
Enough and the masculinities
were all watching as we
Remembered the gods in
Threaded squinted eyes.
The first line of our warriors
Were written in invisible
Spines; we were erected in
subluminal earth.
It is my blood to do what i will
To steal what i cry to feel
When I write to imagine
That day once more.
Because I mourned you
And today I moved through
You with what 
I failed to leave behind
And fathom to release
again.

Inside yours I am inside me.

Windstorm

World
In my palms and words
On my everlasting.
I sentenced the colored crops
To find me clear. We Are
Spread apart in new fonts
And the moon is in love again.
My masterpiece warned me
To let it go slow...
I keep making Lower
Coils of patient
Dips. I believed in the scratches
On my wrists because they
Behaved as they should of.
Earth freeing underneath
Us an dates are
Sweetening the episode sky.
Tarnished portraits sundried
To thunder our morning with
Detailed dreams;we release
Our subtle toned shy’s.
Plant me in your
Music.

end

and her hair fell like

thick strips of cold jail

caged bars. buried in

shameless crowns it burns

to be your mistress. afterwards

the water tastes better because

we dipped our prayers in

it’s forbidden. this is the end to

what i needed to end.

what i needed  to

end.