Wednesday, 1 November 2017

some kind of new darks

longer than expected i glorify
in your distance and
hide through the black new
where delusional mermaids
sing across their ambient
blue ribs and course multiplied
hair falls.


i will turn to water and
vocabulary's lovers will
define my eyes in ruins and
perfect omniscience.


i will become golden
in your dessert
and manifest this dream
into white paper and
unspoken calligraphy.


preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...