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A shade of lavender slowly embraces the seemingly endless night and I am staring at the way it shifts the coloring in your skin; you are too beautiful for me to take in, and your every breath is absolutely bewitching.
Is the reason why they call it a honeymoon because of how nectar sweet your everything, starting and ending from your bare, shivering, and sweating skin, becomes to your newlywed?
Or is it because of how much of a bee-sting-like burning can be felt at the thought of ever having to unlace yourself from your lover, once your post-nuptial grace period is over?
A shade of apricot trails along the submerging sun and it is leaving a tangy and exciting taste in our mouths; this is surely but a teaser of the sweetest bliss that has yet to come, and I cannot wait for us to melt into each other further still.
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we will never take the sky
the sun throws his arms into the air
like an open wound
pitching sultry liquid rays
everywhere—
busting at the seams of the sky
wrenching the clouds apart
and sending them off to faraway lands
as if off to war
but mostly off into nonexistence
or the closest thing to it
because all we know of nonexistence
is that which we have not
validated for ourselves—
that which as no plight or suffering
and does not reach
out to us in need of celebration
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things i have come to know about the sky
1.
you are endless, a backlit canopy
or stage of infinites; some say
you speak to them in low murmurs,
that you rain judgement down upon us,
i fear you not, you've caught my eye a few times
but i only looked up to see what
the hype was all about
2.
when i was born, doctors said i was blue
—cerulean as the sky,
entering the world with clenched fists
and held breath—
battle though this life may be, always it
will be by my rules
3.
scientists say the sky is like an onion;
layers of celestial sphere you can slice off
with a thumbnail, 217.5 miles of teary eyes
& thick skin
we know not of what it is that compels
gravity to
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On the nature of the sky
1.
I touch the sky --
greasy fingerprints left on
rainbows and butterflies,
glimpses of the West
torn in pale clouds.
2.
I left my heart somewhere:
in the atmosphere
above heaven but below
the dead zone where float
spacemen and aliens.
3.
I often refer to myself as a
crow,
especially when I notice
dark wings unfolding
and a shadow spreading beneath me.
4.
I see devils drifting on downdrafts,
angels falling from flight,
and my rapture begins --
I rise up through flames until
the storms extinguish me.
5.
I live in a corner of
the astral dimension "Gravity,"
where everything falls and
kisses the earth, leaving my home
empty and dreamless.
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and your every breath is absolutely bewitching.
You're a much better writer than I am, but if I may say so, I think this might sound better if you were to eliminate the "and" and the "is." I think "your every breath absolutely bewitching" flows better, and is less wordy. Just a thought.
But this is absolute gorgeousness. Your writing is so elegant, so alive. I envy your talent.
And I have to ask, what font did you use? It's lovely.
You're a much better writer than I am, but if I may say so, I think this might sound better if you were to eliminate the "and" and the "is." I think "your every breath absolutely bewitching" flows better, and is less wordy. Just a thought.
But this is absolute gorgeousness. Your writing is so elegant, so alive. I envy your talent.
And I have to ask, what font did you use? It's lovely.