Words in the sky

Porcelain kisses
Trampling higher Than
Heroes before tin towers
Melted;
Rows of pausing belated
Our true eye color.
Tangled sleep fell
Apart as the Spartan between
Us arose in matte Memories.
Immortal window Seals together
The rose tide of singing apart
Whales. We spoke in laughter
And the rendering of blue
Haze greyed our mistakes.
I thought he was a poet and
Marked each chapter with
Crying eyes; Instead he ended
It with poised breathtaking
And erected arms. When we
Conspire again the wind
Becomes Moment. Sleepy
Martyrs benign with
Summer kisses; solitude
Against this enigma of this
Fresh song. Long breathes
Of beating heroines will take
Us further into Nirvana.
Fascist pride wordless
Cobblestones lost and
Found make believe;
A bookstore in the sky.

Photo by my one and only; stillrainphotography

Clouded

Bottomless rain and a
Forbidden Fortress is built
around our Summer skin.
Collapsed memories once held
Our questions higher and
We stopped the clouds from
Blushing on to our smiles.
Clay outside my window
And the bricks are laughing
In their distant ponds.
We drafted a show where
You were the primrose of
Subconscious premise;
He protected us always.
The painting was always
Distorted; we just never kissed
The ground before to notice.
Clocks are withering away
against my elevated skin
 And the noble saint awakes.

Rumi

His

I'll equipped and the thorns
Of your Distracting eyelids
Are sleeping with possessive
Curtains; terminal ambiguity.
Drinking the earth with subtle
Daylight the Nuit Blanche Subsides
This pregnant floral. Amazon
Torsos slept beside me and
the morning I woke the world,
you cried.
Questioning the haze beneath
This clouded mustache;
The sky is smiling because of
yesterday.
Empty your eyes into my
Skin so that we can swim
Freedom strides towards
Ether today. Lotus leaves
Are falling fiercely
And towers of beginnings
Are kissing Goodbye.
Awoken by petals of
Master thunders we are
Peaceful in each other’s home.
I spoke in clouds over you and
You had distance kiss me on
My palms; lower my head to
Your glazed intentions
I am yours , I was always
Yours.

Meditate

"The path of the enlightened one leaves no track- it is like the path of birds in the sky." - Zen Quote

Migrating knives

We were everlasting in
Origin communism;
HatePoetry Seamed us
Apart. Follow my heart
And peace will summon our
Crossed legged dream.
Unfold into his eyes
Ancestry; how colorful
I become.
Ending the ropes with
Stores to fail under, as
We are hopeless sheets of
Black blank paper.
Your sea cannot see
Me anymore.
I grew in your blackness
And edited your stoned
Faced neglect.
My head is released
Unto your fog and the braided
Hearts of our past are forbidden
And blinded by the binds of
This suddenly loved letter.
Hold my head higher in your
Psalms and watch our palms
Kiss closer than before.

Drowning in you

Stubborn eyes structured nose
he's losing the art of our painting.
No more holding hands till
were death invited.
No more conversations of pain
throat anger is my sanctuary.
This is my healing and you are locked
outside the door with the
key on your background locket.
I never wanted you for anything
more than a written page;
But you become me
And i become your ending.
Solitude fragrances are beaming
through your palms
And the stoned amethyst of
Your speech is mute with
Silver haired hearts.
Take this black
And change the channel
Of our distance.
Sober prayers for your
Eyes today because 
Yesterday you were asleep.
Break my breathing and
Slip into a heartless coma
For the both of us.
For the dream of our
Patterned veins we
Explored , cried outside our
Magic and the lies became
Real.

Blurred

I will find your image
And stare at it's beauty in
Perpendicular cries.
Her throne to
Distant facial expressions
Will arrive safely in our
Eagle dusted wings.
Your single tape will
Be our recognition towards
The battles of our Ruined
Within. I am descriptive
Underneath you and lost
Over your thunder rainbow.
It was the day before this one
That told our forbidden
truths to lie.
Like our rain the
subdued continents shivered
With our lawless arms
And tempted our
Broken smiles.

Buried

I am Vague in a
Suddenly world.
Foreign distractions are
Confident in this torn
Skin and I am proud to
Be your disaster.
I am skinned to be in your
Arms. I am nerved to be
Swimming freedom in
All my wreckage.
I am complicated
In your darker songs and
Ive turned invisible
Against these painful
Black pores.
I have turned against our
Us because I am  buried
In us.

Memory

Repair your fragrance
Because It's fair to our
Neglectful. Wander with pain
And paint this stone with
Strokes of black oceans.
Snagged prison fists are
Bleeding through destiny
Breathes; we are the quarrels
Affair. Long rants of our
Kisses short cries of our
Sex. Remember this poem
And forget my soul.

Whirlwind

We let go of our eyes and
Complied a domestic severance
Of pain; I dream awake beside us.
Now your written beneath
This ovarian colorless
All while our distances made
Love to the path's
Twigged Unwinding.
Binded by our coy temptation
The reefs of our failed
Artists suffocate our
Truths; because all along
Naveen, you were
My art. My whole my
Survival my worth.
My truth my far my
Near.
My Truth destruction,
My love.

Backless

Burning eyes blinded by
Our sudden frozen appetite.
We are thin coils waiting
For the rain to stop so that
We can cry for it again.
Opal fire matting our dead
Skin into perfects.
Disaster pupils ordained
by sudden artists
within our white nailbeds.
Two separated kneeling
Heads are waiting for our
Skies to fall over us.
I have Checked out
Against us and through
Sudden tree arms we
Are gunned hiding in
Our limitless hugs.
Backless hugs.

Fallingsky

We are tormented against
Tonight and all I am becomes
Dark hidden pulp from this
Cured intuition.
When we breakup the steel
Noise the waters' window glance
Will multiply evenly through
This forbidden silence.

And your spring followed
Me into this wilderness
Anecdote; i fell in love
Inside you.
Years of patience and
Time is nothing compared
To this white freedom song.
Pillars dancing creating
Us into lonely wisdom.
so drag me through your
Spring So that I may
Summer us perpendicular
In altered reaches to our
New skies falling.

Once

I once had great expectations
For you and decided to
Clean out our poetic
Lava from it's core.
Birthing your aroma and
Slitting my wrists
With cotton heartbeats.
I read you many times
On my skin before and
I will calm you again.
You will defeat my purpose
And stand still upon our
Darkened hiccup;
We only met once.
Without spaces you
Collide into me and
Unto my surface smiles.
Open hearts and master
Shades of frequent purples
Are crying happy hearts.
Our shadow is seamless
With invincible tears;
Would we notice if the
Snow was growing rather
Than falling?

Psalms of palms

Desuetude overfilling the
Broad sights of us and our
Vague hands.
I am cryptic and in your
Morning delusions.
I am delayed in your sudden
Misspelled march towards us.
Who i am to you means
More than your silver
Fed fortune; who i am
Will now be who you are.
My behavior is subdued
In our sunset cramp
And opal blood pours
Through our grounded
Palms.  Because i can hold
Your pain and the wires
Will only strengthen our
Missing parts. Parts to
Whole tears. Dried intuition
Mustard happiness
And solitude forgiveness.

Walking Together

Dry eyes are ghosts of my
Needing past.
I am liberated in this kneeling
Pain and the subconscious is
Filtering our morphine lies.
I am harassed by your clipped off
Hallucinate Collars and vacant lies
Have drained by my morning
moon.
Lately your retro skin has
Dulled against our morbid
Reality. Wreathes of open grass
Diagnose our skies with
Crying dreams; I am awake.
You appear in vague limbs
And move desperately across
Our beings. We have become
nothing
Around us and everything
Inside us.
In moderation; his head
Eloped out of our Country
And into his rounded
Fakes. Our unemployed
Heartbeats are contained
Beneath us and we are all
Portraits of the same writer.
I am your
Words of different pages.
Bleed into me
And watch these wrong
Beats become invisible
Clouds. Where all my right
Feathers are aligned;
Me fevering with the end
Of me and the new of us.

Tracked

Discover me while I portray
Our shattered wings as
Music. We've blown away
Our master planets and My
Skin is still orbiting your
Laugh line failures. Stay farther
away From me and I will ensure
Your pain. I already stapled this
Page to our silence. I thought
Of you through broken paints
Running scared up my leg;
I hid my shattered Breathing.
These train tracks will sour
The fresh beaten clouds, but
Our wreckage was already
Laying down.

Eye

Segments of Missing
Titles are captured by us
And Delivered through
Stables of crying horses.
Meeting your skin was
All I remember.
You are my path to
This darkened street
And my piercing confides
In our broken heat.
I am italicized beneath you;
bleached sand
Swimming across your
Knowing eyes.
Eyes coloured with grief
And grief dances boundless
In my destructive
Healing. Inspecting within us
I am freedom bohemian
Beads rolling down my
Purple lit spine.
Eyes are watching
It's fall.

Wired whites

Where you were born and
Our sentences were rescued
the hope of feeling neglect
suppressed our lonely
marriage.
She watched our colours fade
while our memory
Tattooed us.
I dated the heartbeat
And it fell off my skin.
Resurrecting our famine
For each other's glory;
We lost our freedom.
I can merely recognize the
Patterns in your face i am
Feeling it’s air and
Can no longer withhold my
Beating breasts.
I traveled through your
Erased pages and
Severed the blinds of
Our oceanic palms.
Breathing becomes beating
Becomes unforgiven
Becomes us.
We are nothing but
A fenced in shadow.

Glass

Lucky leaves left me alone
When there were no ends to
Meet with no stars to
Climb through.
they loved and waited
For peaceful ripples across our
Universal palates;
And our together makes
Sense of our their apart.

He waits for His happiness
To Correlate all the while his
Strong jaws tear into his
Fear.
I look at you and feel a life
Alive in your words
and
Still in your forgetting.
Bleeding makes these eyes
Real.
I lost you today
And dismembered
Our dreams of
Laying awake.

Fenced

And it has been too long
Where we have left the
Smothering quilts of
Broken patches and
Stubborn dizzy eyes.
Draft in my spinning
You were my God yesterday
You are my skin today
It was your test and
I left your breathing
Alone.
And it was you who held
Me steady during the distance
Between my shattered toes.
Buttered shy backs are
Hoping for stems;
But I crave the doors
To open wider and longer.
It was you it was always
You. i taste your panic
And am delighted to
Your water eyes.

Firefly

When the fluttering stops
And wings begin to grow
Back into us we become
Our distance.
we entrance
Our red blanketed lips to
Bow to your untaken sands.
Seas of hurdles and cameos
Filled with stubborn firefly
Blind eyes.
I wanted to imagine all
The possible ways to guide you
Through this sabotaging
Plastic grey.
And i could think of non other
But to bleed with you
Beside you within us in
Dark.
Im left handed with
Your image in my
Numbered days.

Indigo

I wrote your name and
dated it with grief.
Because you will be
my long sentence
Awaiting your only death
That I am in love with.
The kind of love that has no
Borders or limits of time or
Braces of fear or stems of pitted
Roots or care for the missing.
I am missing you when you are outside
Me.
My skin is falling off and
You were there;
You are no longer here.
These lines are carrying the words
These words are becoming away;
I didn't notice that you left.
You’ve lodged my smiles and the keepsake
Of our distance has faded.
And our travels are closer our
touching is further
Our touching is gone.
No more listening to short breathes
No more long breathes of listening
No more notes no more poems
No more letters loaded with a
breathless love poem.
No more poetry because you
Have no more letters to say
Music to write.
The poetry of us the
Poetry of us the poetry of
Us is gone.
That love that made us cry it made
Us beg it made us lean forward.
My inside me covered itself
In indigo and Her blue
Cried velvet tears through
My beckoned fingertips.
My hands are no longer waiting
For yours; I am inside me
Again.

Universe

I Have fed your wilderness and
I am everything that you are
Not. I've listened to all the mornings
That you forged your suffocated
Prayers in. Malady in his
Courage eyes. Eyes, eyes of
My lost intent.
How your face will look
When your melted skin
Will smile apart to us.
We were open beneath us and
And the suddenly hoped for
Summer cobblestone
Velvet. And where he
Smiles the discomfort
Defends our messy
Heartaches and succumbed
Planetarium smiles
Careless and soulfull.
His foreign intentions.
Cruel tounge invetions.
My library walls of
Universal science has skinned
Us of our shadow soul.

Edgar Allan Poe

Pry open our
Homes; there you will
Fine my torn heartbeats
Wrapped up in your
Proposal’s library.
Raging against your
Severed mechanics;
My skies are emptying
Out their imbalances.
But you are my beautiful
End. An end to and end
That I love. You are my
Eclipsed poem.

Bruised

I got lost in trimmed
Blacks and found solace in
Its shadow palms.
My Straightened veins are
Curling with your inhibition
And their diseases are
Spreading into our
Ultra scented soul.
Seeing your mod
Clan disposes my skin
And replenishes my
Upper cheeks with your
Shaved off neglect.
Remember me as i was
Before this sun lit our
Broken ways.
I have scratched our Gods
Of today
And memories of uneven
Grass and abused nights
Are piercing through my
Fresh skin.
The dead of
Them have sung their
Appraisals.
It is raining and now
We are the beneath;
The water over my eyes
Are forming patterns
Of the past.
Perpendicular arms crossed
With caffeine eyes

Im not there

I have days to make you
My moments.  Leave
Me so that I can miss loving
Your surprises.
I will humiliate this pain
With my closed firsts and
Pry open it’s velvet
Cut.
Years have passed as
I wrote that as you listened
To the mundane air
Of sabotage and birth.
So I’ve concluded your space
Into matter less sentences
because there are no other
Avenues for me to make love
With. There are more
Promised brokens to
Keep up with.
Revived mortals are
Tempted and distraught
And again and again
We simplify our own
Hearts.
Tamed statues with
Bleeding eyes;
Realistic skies are
Drowning with our marriages.
Trickling down my spine
Are your feverish scents
Tinited with shy inspirations
And I am your broken
Habitat in studious
Frames. I release my
sacral fear unto your
guided light.
Find me inside me;
I’m lost in that place
Again.

Necks

Prominent tears jerking
My skin to its cropped
Beliefs. I emptied a signal
And determined Picasso’s
Redemption; arguments
With his lover’s lose
Arms.  We were kissed
By humility and ruined our
Cried patterns to smile
At the dusted grounds.
You pointed at me and
Our disfigured shyness
Captured the faint bricks
And tore us down into
Under and over.
We never complained against
The rural tongue’s foreplay, so
We only kissed as far as
We could see.

Reaching

Everyday i will
Be a Sandy transcript for your
Withered away branches.
I will hide you in this bricked
Wedding photo and stare beneath
Untaken breathes to read
Our epic eulogy.
Washed away by notorious
Manuscripts the suddenly
Acquainted is remorseful
And I regret ever watching
You bleed.
I’ve interrupted my own
Poetry to kiss your
Stubborn eyes.
I was There and now
Im here. In love with
This battle. I am in love with
This battle.

Stones

I searched to quarrel In
Your graves and decided to
Ignore the religion.
Repeatition Became disorganized
And each capital birthed an
Identity. We captured days and
Mornings passed away with
Smiling crossed fingers. Literary
Cramps of polite destruction
And rebellious bows.
Today you were born
Out of freedom cries
And the belonging suddenly
Jolted a baroque sentence.
Stamina configured from
Your dry smile and the scents
Of betrayal succumbs the tomb
Of broken down steps towards
The ancient thick of
Antique echoes.
There you were;
With eyes unaccomplished.
I am done with your ink
I am done with this
Permanent shadow
Because I am your writer
I am your dream in
A written
I am yours
And everything.
Inside me black
Has been burned to your
White virgin eyelids.

Find me

You disappeared and I had
A thought; that sheer eyes
Could read your Bombay
Dusted. But I was wrong and
This wrong Is seducing
Your virgin melancholy.
We Swore into light Blue memories
And the edited sky shrewd our
Magic. I've sworn underneath
Our explotion Where our
Numerical substituted forestry
Hallucinations. Time audited
And Your tilted skin
Uniformed with The seasons
Speechless; the face of
Searching my fearless.

Learning

Distant steels skating down
My Forged fingers
Thawing down my
Decided erecting.
Off my back your clean
Will disappear and
My reflection will
Creep up and dine with
Our new smiling limbs;
Loosened smiles.
Because you came with
Tomorrow and brought
Morning bleeding
Stars;
Fresh breathes of
Skins.
Pregnant clouds
Will lapse our  kissing
And the teethe behind our fear
Will close humble and
Far.
I am yours
I am yours in us.
We are the forbidden
History.

Window

I’ve neglected your shy face
And mastered the growing intellect.
We are bound to each other’s
Abdominal cramps.
You list me with more
Courage than I can face without
Smiling without raining
Without crying that you
Left.
Dismiss this logic and
Penetrate the word
Undone.
Heavy underlining eyes
Are boundless and my
Freedom is skating on
Your windy back.
Your squinted eyes
Against the glass
eyed museum.

Mirror

"It is in dying to the self that we are born to eternal life"

Saint Francis of Assisi

Suddenly

Distant tears forces me to

Break down this orange light

And brave into the sighs of

Forbidden portraits and beams.

Anything can happen

When black tears

Run away.

we gather each

Dream and summon

The hazel eyed euphony;

It few from us

I am free in us.

Layer

Kiss me beneath My
Feelings and I won't tell the
Sky apart from your upper
Back. Glide through me with
Epic Movements and summer
Will dine in our torn metal
Homes. We will become the
Parody of disasters rhyme.
Im glad for your constant
And dry for your taste.
Your my Deperate wildflower
shining The velvet glory of
Mistakes and untaken
Scents.
Poisoned doors will fulfill
The muscular teardrop
And the sacral independence
Of our bricked throats will
Transpire into our
Nothing freedom.
There; we will hold our
Ground again.

 

Shadow

Broken backs with fixed
Lanterns are smudged into the
Corpse of last night’s forbidden.
Goddess Orchestra penetrates
Us while we heal our uneven
Affairs. Sudden architectural
Eyes shut us out of our us
And were are left here
To love the once upon a
Time.
We are the alive that breathes
Our already's away.
Today cried through
Us; and we danced under
It's hugging rain.

Words

Dear words,

I don't know where I would be, who I would be, Without you. Thank you.

We sleep together and wake up apart; we are the see-through smile on this black canvas.

Distance

We should smile and let the metal flow
Deeper into our beating homes
Otherwise the mornings will begin
To hurdle with unopened moons.
You are my marigold drum
Facing the leopard sky beneath
My dreams.
We should liquid into each other’s
Wordless and close our breathes;
Inseam our yes to open chests
and corrupted chokes.
Hearts of rain pulsate in
Fever and our bodies have
Left the war.
Our mouths are closed
Our smiles are free
Our palms are facing
The smoked sunrise lids.

Seasons

Flammable knifes pulsating through your lit tower regrets; kiss me Peirce me live in me I'm yours.

"when the cold rains kept on and killed the spring it was as though a young person had died for no reason." Ernest Hemingway

Curled arms

You leave me with no choice but to show you off to my insides.I will collect all of your eye shades and determine my next seduction. Only time will heal this hurt water falling stubborn on my cheeks; the dessert visited our waterfall once again.

Penetrate this dark roasted thought nailed into my person; I'm bleeding memoirs

Leave and walk my arms back to the velvet shore. There I will read you our obsessions' wanderer. There I will let go of your falling skin. Because your shore has drowned me emptiness

Dancer

Temporarily killed by
My own poem.
I cant trust
Intuition because the last time we
Tried to fight the anger
Your melancholy thoughts
Re-wrote a reason.
In the heat of your upper
Lip i have forgotten all that I
am. A nightingale has witnessed
A cloudy massacre and her
Wings have also;
Died awake.
I choose swollen eyelids to stay
Awake in your arms.
I feel subtle breathing down my
Ink and Break the cyclic Drowning
Of promised change.
But the weather changed;
And I felt colder in your
Heat than ever before. my
Coy paintbrush disappearing and
Mentally ill eyes.

I am condemned to fly With altered wings and contemplate a million suicidal appraises. Muscular eyes give me strength to close the meaningless gatherings; I die awake.

Hassling the poet and nesting the thought till marrow; we break fast with sleeping words and moving air. Warm poison streams through our calm palace of idle breathing. Jaded bricks and chatter fills our ancient trees. We await. We are waiting. I am gone; I left and we are waiting. I am ready for our story.

Paris

Mercury’s lawless is falling
Apart and we are smiling from
Behind. Just wait till the tide senses
That the ocean below us was lying.
People don't notice in the rain;
Karofed tunnels and broken
Smiles. But I am freedom tears
In thunder and the cloudy disasters
Comfort my whole.
He watches my throat and I dream
his dreaming.
subtle greys will laugh at our
dance but we will kinder each
other and flee the bass beat song .
Hate in your eyes and carpel Grenades
Allude to the soft girraphe laugh.
It's tall suede neck will beckon
The dead sea and we will break the
Withering storms with our
Mishtief glass eyes.
Of All the eyes;
Black eyes were the kindest
we cramped our summer
into light hearted eyes and fingered
obedience to mundane the throats.
i find myself closing my eyes and
counting aimless fonts of lines in my
darkness; i'm weary of the new skies.
your raised happiness stabilizes the
dissipating cast.
reread worlds and words of swollen tears.
hearts break less when we are parted
by waves and veins.
you're butterfly wings have become
me and my wooden hand succumbs
to it's glorified.
massacre lovers ; the skin and
your touching.
we are depending on us
to bleed out science. we can cut
the serenade of white curtains un-tethered
and unable to blink through it’s mourning eyes.
walking along the cement shore
this jungle skin makes me change
lines and words and breathes.
i am a lioness in bars with
feathered arms and a
lonely will to breathe you in.
we come sideways to the same music
and our senses declare peace to
each other’s garden of ether.
dreams calibre in storms of
black metal eyes;
we are delinquent soul mates
awaiting the ocean tide’s
nameless arms.

Portrait

i will read your new picture
and wait for my literature to
orgasm.
absent poet lash-filled regrets.
masquerade of new
childless ligaments are torn
within the metaphysical seduction.
i can hear you and the universe
will keep our secret. inversely i will summon you with
my history. orange eyes and hearts
of metallic sunrise will deft
the moon's neglect and we will
die in a morphine soul.
satellite skin deterring because reason
was divorced with time
and moments are past
and dealt alone.
my thoughts date your
eyes with pregnant lies and
aborted senses.
color me with apt and discover
how close our bodies will melt.
come undone with me so that the
splinters of our youths are united
with their mermaid choreography.
stapled with lunar molten ashes we
are separately ocean

Japan

Japan's writer;

After the Clock's memory fades we will
Watch our ancestors dance on our
Virgin lashes. We will collide back home
And we will break our testiment's heart
Ache. Marigolds will delight our
Spun middles and our fairyless endings
Will no longer cry.

We are grated heartbeats into
Smaller parts Easier to breathe
Into. Waves of apparatuses common
Us into black clouds and
Peach moons.
Metallic Sunrise and
Memorable wings once
Took our breathes Away
And slept the night in peace.

I Will be with you in
The middle and dance
With you near our Ended.

Time

I will read your new picture
and wait for my literature to
orgasm.
absent poet lash-filled regrets.
masquerade of new
childless ligaments are torn
within the metaphysical seduction.
i can hear you and the universe
will keep our secret. inversely i will summon you with
my history. orange eyes and hearts
of metallic sunrise will deft
the moon's neglect and we will
die in a morphine soul.
satellite skin deterring because reason
was divorced with time
and moments are past
and dealt alone.

my thoughts date your
eyes with pregnant lies and
aborted senses.
color me with apt and discover
how close our bodies will melt.
come undone with me so that the
splinters of our youths are united
with their mermaid choreography.
stapled with lunar molten ashes we
are separately ocean.

Dali and Roy

thanking you for the
stems that grew off our
past. we dedicated secrets
between us and triumphed over
the scented bamboo eyes.
because i wanted to write
on you so long and hardened
moments retire my collage.
you tampered with us and our
throats began to wreak of
human and machine
lock my bottomless
fire and the goddess in me
will bind you nestling
in the velvet of my eye.

stampede over these broken
sunflowers and burn the
edges with wings of gardens
dampened against green
viens. slower fangs to
keep our breathing necks
from multiplying.
stipulate our melancholy
machines and describe your heart
to my broken wrists;
maybe i’ll hear our ancient lives’
promises.
vivid your eyes unto my
scenic writing and delve deeper into our
cast away wedding song.
we kept our hearts still but our seas were
keeping their eyes Shut black.
i am wasted in your hearts
and you are waiting in my
forevers.
i feel darker than before
and your arms are lighter
through my layers.
beneath us;
we become avalanches
in colourless minds and
flavoured in scented opaque’s.
i am an on-going sentence
and your washed my ends with
your begging of new
beginnings.
I am our lower-case
Heart beat

Waiting for rain

Rained on you plenty more times and his dark thicks of mind seduced my beating chest. We came to the opera together and left with watering apart faces in a song we sang and no one listened. But the echo soothes my skin and yours becomes see-through in the mute thunder that I fell from; in love to making love inside us. read my boats as they cross your white ocean smile and my scratching throats will finally swim homeless to your lipid shores. Famished clouds will gather their windless poems and I will read the world in your eyes. Let me live in your unknown script and die in your separated lashes. I’ve let go of your swallowed hand and reassured these strange fingertips that I no longer can hold your face against my me’s. Because you are mine not me but mine. One.

Radiohead makes sense of my impulsive velvet writing. in a consequence insomnia; I am rained on by the softs of your intuition.

Kiss

`` i'm with you. No matter what else you have in your head i'm with you and I love you" - David Garden of Eden, Ernest Hemingway

omniscient
and his fearless toes
seeped
literature in my window's
cell. captured a forest
and enjoined bowing prostrations
in a whole filled heart.
so the great white dane
wraps a rope
in appetite colors;
mistfits.
traped walls over my senseless
slippers. gratitude dwells
over his eyes afar from own
self.
in contempt i fly with altered
wings to condemn a million
suicidal appraisals.
muscular eyes give
me strength to close the
meaningless gatherings
and die awake.
seasons
change and we're
growing
along their thin’ glaciers.
tight rimmed
fairies punctuate the breastfed
papers into dreams of a shadow
temple.
because seasons
change my tears to dust
to grassroots
sunlight
within me
contempt me
forbid me.
embrace our
light
collect our falling
protect my swelling
and
masturbate your layers with
subject palms
until
your ground earth tastes
us.
dancing blue cosmic healer
present your golden whispers
along my glory spine.
whiskers of a foreign
protagonist irritate
me no longer.
breathless anecdote
startles my nightmare
in fuchsia forest’s greenery.
we are promiscuous and hopeful.
plastic forks beneath a white
blouse in a happiness toned
mimicked life.
broken mirror;
i am yours
i am yours
i am yours
springing fortune teller.

He

I am certain of nothing yet the
Paragraph consoles this melted
White page. The whore of it's
Attempted lines debauch
Our Visionless viens.
I burned his sleep before and
He buried my afterlife alter;
I prayed that I could ink
You on my skins.
It's dark and I am contemptible
Amongst their summits' illusion.
Deflated Gaurds manifested
Into our hopless opaque
Skies. I am period. I am end. I
Have no say no word no poem.
Just empty filled heartbeats
Grey'd onto your freedom.
Freedom inside your new
blown ink and each time your
empty push cries the Poison Tears
tattoos my raw. I see you clear
And Opaque plagues my shower
But I can close my eyes and love
You closer to my Body's aches.
you are my impulse breast
there is no where to go
underneath your Sky.
I will rage against your fist
and move with your long trees;
we are nature's first move
into each others Lakeroad eyes.
become my tender bait and I
will show you which bricks
I built a you out of.

Thin

I scroll down to you
And we limit Our ways towards
Each others late swim.The seeds
Of our mornings counterpart
Their future within us and
Our eyes grow feverish
Towards the planted sea.
Its safer to set your
Background on fire
Then proceed to neglect
Each other while we sleep.
I feel you walking behind me;
My hands are corpse drained
From your untaken breathes.
Gather my hopeless eyes into
Your chest so i can feel the heals
Of timeless in our pains
In our aparts
In our together again.
i am awake in your lying skin
And you already closed the eye’s
Door of this uneven aching
Floor.