I’m sorry. Thank you. Hello and goodbye,
Watch it go, watch it stop, watch as I cry.
Au revoir, adios, remember me as I am,
I’ll never be the same, reinvent me, Madame.
I used to fish for stars right in my hand,
And give them to you as a present, kazam.
Abra kadabra, promise not to break your promise,
How ironic, at least leave me with a recognizable face, my darling.
At least leave me in decent condition,
The least you could do to your secret magician,
An alcoholic astrologist,
I captured your drunken words in Ursa Major. How modest, this.
Sonnet of clay, molded lava, bottle deranged,
Admonish the pain, now soothe me with sutures,
That you stitch with your fingertip dipped in ruby,
It’s not all the same, how did you find your way here?
Moonlit ballads, shadows kissed your brassiere,
Memorize the sounds of your footsteps,
They filled up the room, hold me down as the dusk sets,
Pillar of doom, left the print of your mouth on my gunsling,
Video recorded a lot of our moments, now I’ve got film montages of every proponent.
How malevolent, coping with the dissected mistrust,
I’ve learned more about myself being alone than in love,
Ran out of sanctions to word, how my brain figures hurt,
Turn in your grave, there’s no perfecter way to observe,
The earth between toes, in between fingers calloused with rage,
Now balance it, balance faith with distaste.
Okay.
Lush scenery that brushes the bushed greenery,
Beloved blood cherry seeds above the deviled trees,
Heralded pillows of snow, silk tapestry glow,
Mounded desperately as the chimney smoke infectiously grows.
December time, white and merlot, bite your lips on contact,
Lick the quietest contrast of colors, of this bombastic thunder,
My iron fists impacted when the fireplace thaws us out of our slumber,
As you claw down my jawline and my eyes dilate.
You fall down a puddle that I create,
Dive into the divine pool right by the love lake,
It’s curvature nature, it’s lavender bursts from the rainbow,
My flavor flirts with the power that emanates from your halo.
Float with me atop this palace of clay,
Where pallets of sage surround and crusade,
Flowers betray us because we wear flowered berets,
Hold my hand as jumping into a bouquet of dandelions is our only escape.
Thousands of petals tack onto the grass in the glades,
Where our heads laid, and shades of chlorophyll got caught in our gaze,
Trace my finger onto your shoulder blades, feel me map out your veins,
The ozone fills in with a dark argon gray.
My soul spills into the pavement, and time stays still for a day.
I cannot find your LIKE button..:-) I like your descriptive writing! Amazing!
thank you so much! I appreciate it Tamara :p
alcoholic astrologist; om.
I can’t find the like button either. Your blog is incredible. It blows me away. Your words are so potent and eaw.
wow, thanks so much. I’m really really glad you’re enjoying it. Genuinely. Please, keep reading!
If I say “interesting”, what do you hear? Your writing is, interesting. I(t’s “blanquito” by the way and I don’t see, hear or feel that about you when reading/hearing your words.) No. Interesting.
I had a toy when I was a little girl. It was a top. I press down on the stick and the top would spin frenetically. I could watch that spin for, what seemed, hours. It did nothing but spin. It didn’t change shape or color. I liked the feeling of making it spin. That’s how I read/hear your words. I don’t know what you sound like. I have created a voice for you. I could sit and spin your words for hours. They don’t change shape or color. I like the the feeling of how they make me spin. Interesting. I didn’t think that could happen. Thank you.
perhaps one of my favorite comments of all time. thank you. who are you