Wednesday, 13 May 2015

words are my soulmate

from what we saw, we entered
the realm of us in fair emotions
with rugged walls.
shaved off lights are coming at us strong;
heavy distances with acrobatic
skins kissing on metal shelves.
blackened sacrament twisted off
with dreams of laying awake on
your fear. we cramp outside
us and consider the rain when
we lie.

vinyl records memorized by
charcoal’s painted inspiration.
i am serving your dark studies
with my museum secrets.
i become defend by your
opaque silence; it is numbing me
into a forbidden tomorrow.
words are my soulmate and
i will, i will never let him go.
words will mean everything once
you disappear into the deepest
blue of loss. we will wander
and be forgotten; all the more
reason to live.

heat beats

heartbeats in my palms  with tiger sky skin and tanned eyes with red clouds.  heaven sent another angel and Zen breathed again.  love slathe...