grown far too
frail
to steady my
gun,
dare we not
speak
of
daze we care
not wake
from.
stream of conscious
a kiss in blindness
kindles
bliss
on surface bare
to urges
flared
in darkest of
the pit
we shamelessly
submit.
we blaze the moon
enchanted
despite whispers that
sun’s dead
of
lifeblood
lost
in restless state of
permafrost.
i’m feeling boldly
horizontal,
don’t tell men steadying
time’s ladder
i’d rather sink into
sensation
then climb too high
to feel crisp
ocean..
mist my
lips-
rolling sun between
my fingertips.
predestined to play
then rewind
waning summer
tune
as heartfelt as
hers,
sung as though i made
up every
word.
the spirit’s quiet
writes
peaceful music
played
in
privacy please
forget..
me should you
listen,
is curiosity the
reason?
amidst involuntary
trance,
a mist shimmers in
my sightline-
eyelids wax
sealed-
collapsing space taking
shape as
clouds,
cheeks of charmful
children-
purplish and
plump
peer through
veil-
giggling arcane
replies
to questions not
yet posed.
unmasking symptoms of
social sickness
despite the risk to
my pride
if only to keep the wick lit
behind these
eyes.
looking forward to our
next first
kiss
i step backwards
off same
cliff.
it was seldom
safe-
yet the pressure served
in times of
unrest
words subject to mistaken
interpretations,
our questions seemed
too human
and lacked the wisdom
to bridge our
pasts,
grudge would never
help,
no matter how
good it
felt
gazing into rain
puddle,
the face of fury
fading.
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