the moon is phallus-shaped
Tag: Infatuation
“Poisonous” by Navin.
A single kiss from the sensual & poisonous lips of yours Makes me bleed red diamonds, while I bloom into the scene so blue
no promises.
let it die a thought in the consciousness of bare winter after dark and dark
“Anatomy of Longing” by Tom Alexander.
The bile in your belly, the bitch barely-contained I never knew how much I loved that rage your misery is contagious I feel its cells dividing in my bloodstream
Forget it all.
a silence waiting for us,
As we are drawn together
Throughout our dark minds.
The reverie of the cold
entwines us in deferred
reveries, in ambrosial
shadows.
Frayed dreams (as one).
As the quarry impels us in silence
In the blue sanctuary
The side of steel, twofold
With a rise in the sky by the masts,
And our minds, wormed with
Ice, and fragments of speech,
For darkness was ceaseless
Is This Love?
I wanted to smack you in the head with my math book,
But that smile made me take another look.
Maybe I’d hit your friend.
I’ll Remember.
As I touch the river that trembles upon my weak sunlit torrents upon a gentle lick of lilac,
And I shiver upon the pale wisteria of the eventide like a wounded deer,
For I wonder upon the dark lavender skies, and their cracked gentle weeping rivers
That glint upon the surface below the Acrylic golden trees, and their blossoming tormented thunders
The Watchful Sea Beyond.
And my heart withered upon the eidolons of moments
That waned through these lonesome seas, shadowed,
I was washed away with love;
As I’ve Forgotten Between the Wind.
Like soil with collective stems of a crooked rock
That brushed your fingers, all dampened,
That a mother would tell you to wash up,
Hurry on; but as I’ve remembered,
An olden, washed face, only ashen in lengths,
As I’ve forgotten time in between tonight,
And the best the day had hummed
The song of the copious endorphin springs
Unimaginable.
On which upon a tormented nerve, I did not control.
Pseudopsychosis. 