Shadows turn black eyes to blacker onyx. This is the breath we share coupled with smoke and cinnamon spirals of honey soaked skin. You are wearing the scales of an irradescent lizard, a glistening gem in the rotational sunshine, a transformation in the firelight where I crouch stirring the soil smelling coffee. This gift, eternal fluid, the only blood I know how to pour for you, I will bear to you in a mug of pure dimension, pewter ore. And my chaotic intention will beset the strangest patterns on your chest--scars that turn the night a deeper black, your blood a darker shade of bruised plum, our breath a softer hum of candescence.
Do we respond to beauty, by silence... speechlessly we view, yet touch not with our words. Losing ourselves in closeness. I really enjoyed your offering, thank you
you're brilliant how'd you, where'd you, why'd you, who'd you, when'd you.. the only metaphor i can come close to is the same one i left before, you put the universe on the tip of a needle and thread it through blackholes, with sublime grace. and in the end, my heart cares only to try to sip the paradox you pour
you're getting stronger and stronger perfecting your craft… the first and last stanza are so incredibly wonderful, not that the others weren't as well, but that full circle effect was felt between them and I loved the repetitious elements you used… thx for sharing this inspiring piece
ahahaha...good reply..though with me when i was on the perscription drugs, it quieted my mind too much to where all i could do was feel and no longer think..... oh how i miss them
