We’re measuring time well spent in comparison with being alive, with variables like success, love, happiness, events. Sequences altered by perishable goods. Reading love lives with expiration dates on the sides. Barcode intimacy, how much more time do we devise an agreement to the affection we choose to provide?
Violin makeshift cupid arrow enshrined. Shoot me with a dart infused with your pride. If I had to count the times I’ve looked in the mirror with eyes, eyebrow furrowed, hands to the side of my temple… I’d be here for several millennia, beauty refinement.
Wrestling this tempestuous lifestyle. Hello? We’re holding our hearts hostage in safe-boxes with landmines surrounding the bank. Hello? Synopsis revealed. Banking on silence to show how I feel.
Balasana. Pose like a child with me, soaking intermediaries every way that concealed. Hello? Asking rhetorical questions… head over heels. In over my dome. Headstrong hero with a halo on his head.
Little boy asks me, “Sir, how did you get that halo?” I was shot with a bullet. I died many years ago, but you see, I’m still alive, I was brought back by the mercy of her heart. That’s why I drink every last drop of her every time we embark on a journey, adventure. Heart on a gurney on the way to forever.
Do you remember the time? When we fell in… uncertainty. Like a hollow bridge. Monotonous. Pearly gate verbiage montage. Flagellate the worst of me with surly deception. We want to be hurt. To learn how it feels to not be loved. Tango footstep correction rehearsal. Put your hand over mine right when I turn you into oblivion… Fool’s gold feels so common, this feels so fucking different.
Sigh.
Hit me with absurd questions that reveal your interior. Let me in your pavilion. Trojan horse the overlord who guards your inner desire. Let me lick every bit of you so you can set apart the distinction between this and failed lovers. Wail into my ears, moan infinity when I reach into space. Fingertip climactic, instructional touch.
Pillow talk, intimate, bickering flux. Jaw clench, muscle fatigue. Rubbing scent off into me, off into sheets. Skin feels like an innuendo. You scream. Insinuate what I want to do to you. Black eyeball lunar eclipse, D minor deluge on the beach. Obsidian sun has declared war on your every crevasse. Get on your horses to escape the perversion inching across, like a lion in stalk. Hold me to a higher standard. Feel the fire attached to light the canvas. Let me become your favorite anomaly. Like a hired gun creeping along the king’s walls.
Coup d’état. Murderous passion. Feel the blood pump, reading Morse into your skin. Amorphous. Metaphorical sin. Never feel alone again. Make you jump ship and cross over to this. Now we can’t go back to before.
The war has commenced.
divine touch, dulling your senses
first making them sharper, again
the night has reached her limit and
the constellation of courage is coming
to take you further, flowing , gushing
really like a waterfall of words, we
all need some quiet, but the whisper
grows along the walls of green,
bordering the path.
I really enjoy your flow and feeling for melody, I read parts out aloud… wonderful.
hey, thanks so much for reading!!! I love hearing that people do that. Awesome passage. I’ll be sure to head on over your way and see what you have brewing over there!