Every once in a while
she’d orchestrate four corners
cushioned by figments of her sight
she forms a silk chrysalis
when the seas reflected it
when she mourns an ancient heart
so they understand to forgive her
nip and pick at the wisdom in her veins
savor her as a shooting star
encourage her to perform
Your Pulse
I lived into your pulse
leaning to and from
I wanted
to become
I pleaded
That you’d mould me
awaken me
I was glass and white fabrics
elastic and ecstatic
our friction fried
static
you said I was erotic
I’ve been practicing
to last past the sunset
I pressed
erect
sweat me off
push me to my far corners
you knew I was a yearner
day 16/30
I am clay
robust
an audacious burgundy
a whole lot of eyes on me
when I peer over myself
I am a witness
wandering for a spring
supple breasts
rich
I am speaking poetically
I have solid ground
I play with myself
as an entity
Benevolent Cruel Season
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
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
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
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