next of skin

adaptations of an entire 

universe that lease our nerves untill

we can afford a century of symbolism.

i have developed a mystical 

experience in leaving me alone;

attending to your every 

unbroken promise.

there are steps in our sky

that one day you will

climb;

my liqued white

fulfilled your calcium

and built your eyes

wide

clear.

my darkened skim skins

move through her golden ends

and she is aware now

of the rainbows we built through

our braver storms.

died

fast fingertips

with a hybrid soul. slow children 

tears fill up its growing petals;

as burgendy skin plagiarized

her canvas with black hope

and drying 

eyes.

you were with me since I could

breathe. since jade opaque stones drew 

circles on our tired for looking backs and

waterfall logs helped us forget we 

were looking.

since the symbol became a symptom and sympathy had no voice no 

meaning no thought in 

our until. 

everything you stood for clasped and burned down with lights. 

i stood in darkness to wait for her to light up these walls and mine.

ever thine in reels of a real reality i'm constantly begging for rain in. 

continuing to run away from and in her fortress i will keep finding love in.

their, the mommy please,  

eyes are keeping me alive. 

nothing else.

to end the cold and commence our broken; never to be whole again. 

renounce to the elders green anguished arms and forgive myself for keeping it all packed into these tiny white frames.

forgive. myself.

i release you from my abused addiction.

I capitalize your reading.

exhale this exhaustion

murder my mind.

to live and love again.

the end of the leaves

cracked open to ignite

our distant twin flames;

we are preoccupied by this 

porcelain page.

overcast steps and i

slightly drifted into more

love than this,

before. fragile concrete

and my smile dissinigrates

amongst the opaque clouds.

fury and free and below and 

over and again; against my

will.

imagine a sky without 

wings...

it would be just us.

just as it was...

beautiful

your silk copper waves of

linear emotions filters 

me and demands 

my freedom..

crystal dreams and

clouded eyes penetrate 

within.

written green paths

crowded with unfiltered wings

filled with promised wind.

fireproof heartbeats 

aligned with my moonlit

diary. the capital Poet that

no one ever knew.

so to the beautiful crow i

say. remain solitude 

till that happy skin

molds into our paint...

our family portrait.

may my natural traveling eyes define

me with blurred dreaming...

and my bold head underlines,

defy me.

underworld

i started carrying the underwater 

wires of deep knots in my womb and 

the roots began disintegrating under

my capped shaking.  gravity pulled me forward 

and fire eyes warned me that it was 

a late night. an insomniac flavor 

to savor.

i entered his breathing

beating chest and he fluttered

light grey lids , slow

aware

grounded

into our soil home.

he filtered my stone

eyes and a windy draft

collided into our palms;

his and my mine, not

me.

she put her hand on my

lower back and i remembered;

her lower eyes and sunset

torso.

mother, you have pulled me

apart and now i have fallen

in love with river eyes and

burnt hymns.

with love in our lands.

with life in our knowing.

the girl

and the girl existed between

our world and mine, locked

hair and preyed on lips that were

covered with past lives 

clouds.

she opened her gaze at me

and a drunk fairytale

arrived on plastic wings;

because the wind blew across

us and the forgotten in us

and the short distnace of

entering the poem,

in us.

mute this archetype into

a mold that fits imperfectly-

that is the line i willingly

shall cross.

her life

in my palms

with broken veins and

artist eyes. but broken

are 

my 

veins. 

warranted hearts 

displeased paper and

white radicals filtered

through these opaque, heavy

nautical wings.

i am sea i am burnt sage

i am dusted particles

i am grounded in your earth

soul; your soul's earth. 

yet; i worry on the lines

that i will forget to publish

our smiles.

we came from her womb

and i yearn for

the beige slumber 

once

more.

subdued

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i flash my green tentacles 

across your sacral sea 

and in a seated homage 

to my swollen belly, 

i release all which no longer 

serves my sore spirit. 

once, i told my aura to fly further 

than i was built to; 

my bones collapsed and i was 

in an omniscient trance. 

where my legs became your voice

and the air my silent movie. 

subdued; the color of my intentions 

when i cared about their noise.

garden of me

my soul footed in

loose rocks and the earth 

is now beside me;

nor above nor below...

just drowned deeper

than the last strand of her

eclipsed storm.

where we were when

we birthed her; rain clouds dissipated 

underneath unscented 

timeless and faceless and

lessened bones;

this is where now brings

gentle fire and thick breathes 

tilted towards our combined 

chaturanga. this is how i invite

you where she once grew into and

out of...

let my fingertips guide your

dance my little indigo,

and follow my inner patience as it

lights your growth. you have already 

enlightened this new, full moon

and i await your freshly voided

tears.

i love you in all of your incomplete 

and will love you in all

your formless and forms.

i can't wait to meet you...too.