an angel from the sun
who knew when to be lost
she’s benevolent
a cruel season
she began only to end
one day with her
was worth searching for
nothing about her was linear
she ran intoxicatingly
cold plunging into the hearts of her prey
she was found on the last eclipse
making mosaics
writing poems about it
what an imagination she is
The Sun is Oozing
the sun dreams
makes everything glow like him
brick by brick
he kisses tones
skin and the wild
convinces floating bodies
to swim and fantasize
of all the textures
of spectrums
of the earth
until the sky creams
in streaks of sin
the sun is oozing
everything dances with praises here
innocence lingers
transparent swaying and wading bodies
not sure what they wish for
when the sun came to judge them
in this dream
everything is permitted
and the sun vows to kiss you still
without mercy
Cushions For Comfort
cushions for comfort
I surrender
divert
I’m covered in eyes
they all hurt
but they’re mine
my seasons share time
I was taught
it wouldn’t brush me like
my mind has a haunting
like my vessel is memory foam
I’m covered
they cover me when I’m exposed
they covered me when I ache
they gave me cushions for comfort
They Always Do
I took fractured pieces
made shapes of roses and your heavy heart
you didn’t know it was yours
as you guided my hand
sweeping up the lasting pieces of me
you knew then I was empty
a spectacle
with a vessel woven tight
you had faith in your might
that you could create
a mosaic out of my heart now
that I needed you
you believed
you could create the container for my chaos
they always do
Weave
i weave tension
as eyes made contact
as our stare shapes
fantasy and eruption
we are careless
we destroy out of delight
our passion with walls poured pride
we became one another’s prey
i am dancing on the world
you buillt it with the grit between our souls’ teeth
Collector
so press me downÂ
as I am a cloud full of frost and rain
I am a lullaby
velvet to touch
my pleasuring hold
I reach to be reached for
filthy
I am filthy
my skin shedding the home
to molten souls
I am a collector
of bones and marrow
I am many people
a proud primal walk
swollen sensitive breasts
I am heat that begs to kindle
brittle days through and through
My Song
my opal waters cascade between
these fertile hips that sway
make way for la sensual spring
I married myself in the beginning
in the middle of it
I hold me so snug
every cell of flesh moans
every ray of the sun rises
orgasmically speaking in tongues
this is
my song
Too Small
before it had a cover it had a pulse
every clean page in the book has a wild ancestor
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