bending to seductions
shading in blanks
moonrise glazing eyes
too vain for thanks
never granting self the chance
to be surprised
well sown but not growing
and its showing
who cares?
not love.
coloursofthesoul
you’re a chord change
in quicksand
song
rewound to skip
the fade,
smokescreens only delay
mirror’s gaze,
each surface
blemish-
a stroke of
genius,
both hands firmly on
your helmet,
i spit hornets
but half mean it,
watching a dove
land
in desert hand
of man
like shrine to
longing.
sun kissed music
is a portal
to nostalgia
sponged from pictures
scattered over
split foundations,
daisies strain through teeth
like train tracks-
pleas for pardon while
sweat hardens,
planting garbage in
dream gardens.
face flushed in
webbing-
panting swells
the womb
of seeds wept
in shade,
never to know
shame.
true embraces are precious
and oft elusive,
still, i disengage
in haste,
fleeting as the
sigh
of escapist
mind.
crisp feather heavens
citrus water gardens
steep her eyes
deep rosy
dusk.
chatter plucks on nerves
then becomes the chirp of birds
shunning words and fenced in meanings
embracing the beauty of being
and freedom to
dream
closing in on
being true
in light of relapse,
taking up less space
while face to face-
no blame,
curtains parted.-
still no rain.
cloak city blows like
chewing smoke
breath etches fad
past into
glass
finish scraped
from eyes
devised to
hide
graffiti framing
flowers.
whispers
under waterfalls,
unmasked in soft
light,
i love like
you showed me,
almost knew
me..
newborn beyond
boredom,
fadeout in a photo frame
called home.
hands in the garden 
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