He poured some passion
Plucked me as fruit
I was healthy; a milky way
His sweet comfort
His wild girl
A bud turned bloom in his hands
Pulse
I’ve watched you evaporate
Then turn solid
You saw me
Underbelly full, in a dress
On the edge and between the lines
Form
She sways and she fades
Condensing as we name her audacious
Sometimes I shout it too
With her I had no clue
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My love comes in all forms
She’s cold and lukewarm
When she melts I melt with her
I have faith in her rigid lorn
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Chant and sing these warnings
She is everything
She is nothing within
On the mountain where I placed her
She was my only friend
.
I was free to scrutinize her
She was decay and serpent
Offered me to experience life freely
She wouldn’t dare come with me
I’d repent to see her nearly
Still
The window is broken but you open it still
Creating mass and spaces to sit on
To worry about; challenge freedom in
You help me speak and understand nothing
There is no right or wrong with you
“Hello, hello?.. You’re missing out on the moody sun and motherly sunsets.. You’re a heatwave hands down.”
“You were made of satin layers and old linen sheets.. How ripe to meet you in heaven’s skies.” 🔸🕯️✴️🕯️🔸
Tranquil night
She was in search of a sign
A whisper, all knowing
As she laid, nuzzled in piles of his pillows and her sheets
Flooded with fire and fragile words
Every language, she thought
For once she could move with the world
That she could return to speaking sparrows and true crows feet would emerge from her soil
That her nurture was enough
Stormy nights brings fragility for the house of her soul
And so she sleeps a tranquil night
Nature & nurture
Pink
Cotton pink undertones
Close by with gentle age
She was creamy, so soft
My eyes sparkled as we met
Pixie baby looking all confused
Going for a ride with mine
I sit silent
I study her magic
The way her skin rainbows
The concern in her delicate sweet face when I leave
Winners war
I’m not sure of what I am feeling, my heart can break, my ego; callous
What keeps me asleep is a range to run
Emotional in wake I bake the sun
Holes of bittersweet spit up, you nuzzling my breast till numb
Turning in, on and off
Tuning off, out and in
I attempt to sing those sensitive songs, I pretend with oneself, playing once upon a time
There’s no where to go as my soul is magnetic to your salvation, even here the space of our bodies deafening
I don’t know exactly why this fight takes flight, ideal is a winners war; no casualties
Newness
What news!
The arrival
And the departure
Both equal in value and pleasure
To the adventurous wondering soul
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