post cries

no further actions were
allowed and to be taken
away from our empathy.

we had to bleed clear
water.

no one would ever
find our transparency
to be kind, nor dead.

clear blue rips break apart
for our crevices and in silence
we are looking through old
tower walls
and looking glass
torn walls.

lets barn wood
our eyes and make room for
less fear. i can be your victim
and you,
you can melt into
the serpents divine
spine.

the war between us lasted
longer than the seasons
could lay down with us.
we sleep while the
sky waits
still.

and yet we remain
quite as a
skull

"your're made of solid and i'm made of liquid trust"

tryst with God and
in this white we
are objects of linear
magick. lets
deserve each other's
fighting limbs again
and finger the cracks
we fell apart in;
learn from the
implosions of our
musical
mistakes.

subdued consciousness
and open hearts filled with
empty dust particles
and golden dances.
again you push me
forward and lay me beside
myself.

tryst
with
mine.

lean on mine

deliberately seeking
out her pirate eyes
i have said yes already
to all her woes and
wonder.

i lust your throat
and drought over
your inconsistent
aggression;
towards me towards
his jagged edged
papers.

subtle your swords and lay
back into my contractions for
i am supreme in material and
poor in righteous behavior.
whilst we danced we mourned
our forevers.

i am a flower, remember.
i am a virgin, and i am
lying.

aum inside

home inside your
palms of trinket
fingernails and feathered
memories gliding down
an epic spine.

i wad disguised as
your cathedral and
each vertebrae whispered
an aum in our heart
halves.

our christened abode.
our bodhi shower of
leaves.
our golden palace
of dates and fasting.

im captured in your
rain and as i sit silently
on our lap made with grey
and sometimes black freckles
i am in a morning without
the moonshine
the sunshine
within.

my name

is spelled with two drops
of rain and one space of fire.
in truth we are keys waiting
to tell our story of a musical
death and an air-born star.

dark green lanterns forbid me
once again and blue corpse
pessimism collides with her tangled
fairy dusted hair.
she came down a rainbow
and climbed up our
diluted retirement
plans.

when have i ever waited this long.
it will be a never
today.

procrastinated rain

one spring fight watered
down with cardboard

i walk among many of
your eyes and they are
all mine
not me but mine.
there are windows
that look forward to
our fail our falls our
morbid crooked smiles.

open wide and serve less
while we tear open ourselves
and subdue the promises;
we are distant gatekeepers
all dressed with mortar
and cultivated freedom.

where i let my magic disintegrate
into magick.
where you place your orbital
truths on my spine and
memoir our meditation.

x