indian goddess soul

as we collide into cosmic marble

isles we distance our third eye

to watch our air dance free;

the skies sung purple tonight.

she closed her eyes and

i was inspired to let my leaves

take me higher and freer 

and more desperate than

before. grey stained curtain

blades sharpen my coma and

i feel living breathing again.

yes; living breathing again.

english heart; indian goddess 

soul. 

 

drug deal me

drug dealing my awkward

silences for detailed eyelashes

and we are still sleeping;

cure me with your cloudy 

palms. birds feathering our

remorse and we believe in

our rooted chakras once again.

pardon my alive as i enter

this darkened sunrise.

 

goddess freedom of tears

angered wings dented

with a soul on fire. where do

you go in your freedom where

so you stop where do you feel

from; i am so in love you

my perfect mermaid goddess.

i've tried to capture you but

all i can see from this distance

is your eyes in the universal sea.

seas are climbing upon us and

tortured sands destroy each other's

pain. that's where you came from my 

love, that is the place that made you

into my awake. my freedom

of tears my freedom of tears

my freedom of tears.

 

inertia

i am inertia

without a  single flying

star; i am comet relieved

of thunderstorm desires. i am 

hurt in your hurt i am

heat in your cold i am 

flying in your rain wind

and fasting in your

thirst.

 

winter behind us

elongated wrists are bruised

upon our strengths and plural

eyes no longer fixate on my sanksrit;

particle grass blades swiftly abide

our truths.

i wrote long and hard as the winter

behind our ears, but nothing, nothing

compares to this black on white

this new breath of air you break free;

broken freedom.

 

swallowed

do your eyes understand how

far my lashes are willing to swim;

beyond a sequenced dragonfly.

i dreamt of your open cloud

atlas and woke to my subtitled

glory. subtle notes underline

the floating nerves of our past lives

as we sit and close our fists;

we open our eye to those eyes.

steadfast my morning breathes

into long eclipsed moons. 

 

made together in aparts; God bless this man

 

soul as its' pen

let the tide fold backwards

and release our passions against

this purple moon.we are celebrated

cosmic fires and dissolved into

mimed planets. i've run out of art

and you can't help me find the sky;

it will always rise.

i am crying with ancient tears and

as they stroll down me;

they become my now.

steadfast and i behold

the universe as my paper

and my soul as its’ pen.

it is easy to fill my body

with your empty noise but i

cannot stare into the outside 

of this indigo any longer.

i crave your skin be 

sealed with mine 

mine and thine at one 

omniscient

as we once were 

and 

never were.