In an eon
You and I will greet the choate moon
Surrounded by her fairy dogs
warrior wolves and magnetic fox tails
who howl some foretelling tune
decoded only by the whistling winds
within my once listless room
I nip your Adam's apple by my Cupid's bow
we are a perfect art, a Sistine Michelangelo
We are stomata of the umpteen,
swimming in each other's dulcet drippings
of halved and pitted French tongues and ears
Let the years pass in this gentle deaf-muteness
where Ceteris Paribus
In this, Hallowed and His Seraphims know
how in the glow of one night tide
the firmament of all
folded into my limitless room
You and I part in sweet sorrow
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inked and reaching, this is my remembrall flesh
and if we were to never speak again
you'll find the rest of my bones in the graveyard eaten by a dream
i hear knives in the wind and earth inside me
survival is a balancing act-
a selection of extrasensory impulses
a fracture in late august
a week of kisses
sunday skeletons
and i am crying out for time not yet lost
when stars collapse,
the sunshine shaking heart of the unive
i. candles
your lifeline's the wick
passing through my waxen flesh-
scar me, melt me, start!
ii. wine
your juice, my sweet sin,
boils in my throat, ferments in
my gall; we age well.
iii. flowers
virgin gul-bahaar,
allow me your vespertine,
perennial kiss?
The aegis shielding heaven from earth gives way –
you float down like a feather, fleshly plucked
from the wings of a dove,
the sweetest curves and effervescent beauty
of your mouth remind me of home.
Darling love, the harmony of touch is
everlasting – whenever I
star gaze into your eyes, with wanderlust,
and the crust of this gentle mother
can no longer proclaim me.
Just as she could not have held you from the
moment He breathed life into your halcyon bones,
while caught between a ballad and a poem.
The warmth of winter
would align their hearts again,
two souls united together in twilight –
surely nirvana has always meant
I breathed in a little dose(s)
of caster sugar and cocoa dust
before I leaped
I dove in ear-deep
to castrate this soured identity
"Who I am"
will no longer associate itself
with the
"was" and "had been"
of
"me"
The rust that ran through my shackle
could not wear my ankle bones
nor the wings tucked in between
I licked off my salt-covered wounds
-all that once burned me, cured you
This time
I will be my own
salve and salvation
This time I aim to am
sparkle,
swimming through
the moons of mighty Neptune
I planted a fig tree
on the day of my departure
simply to learn
by my return
that
its fruit I can only savor
on the Sultan's carpet
that is your tongue
an indulgence I knew would
Hasten my hopeless disease
shi
ver
in my
arms tonight,
precious hummingbird.
grenadined lips and kohl-rimmed eyes,
come now, come; drown down this caribbean sun with me.
disquieted rainfall worries
-they pitter patter
quite loudly;
honey,
hold
me.
quick
er,
you brush
my blushing
face with your feather
-weight touch, i become fresh tinder.
i sync our zealous breathing with your zinc penny pulse;
oh how i have fallen tender!
peeled raw, i now burn
dry-throated,
hungry
for
you.