Zest of orange
bergamot & vanilla
weightless
yet strong
on the pillow
where the breath
of longing sighs
Chalice of hands
in quiet offering
spills impatience
brushing delicate
curves of smile
Salt lingers on skin
as trace of past tides
held together
by the #lace of desire
#vss365
thoughts take flight
as tongue moves
at a pace of its own
a neverending #drama
of the poet~
the battle between
mind’s swift leaps
& heavy weight
of each word
the chasm
where meaning struggles
to find its place
& silence
that resonates
where voices
stand alone
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The rain comes like a confessional,
a thin silver tongue licking the bones of the earth.
Dusk unravels, a woolen shroud,
the horizon smudged with coal and regret.
I am drenched, an effigy of someone once dry,
clothes cleaving like cloying lovers,
Wednesday Rhyme Xers
Not much time
To write a rhyme
About a deed so fine
As humping.
Let's be clear
I'll leave this here
Be a dear
And imagine thumping
Y'all have a great day
“The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good, when you are near or with them.”
— Charles Bukowski
#vss365#raise
I want to die alone
on a dark pebble shore
a thousand frantic seagulls
will sing my mass
seahorses
will exult
the gravity of nonexistent stars
& bury me
into the scents of salt & fruit
& when my fearless Spanish angel
takes me to the altar of the moon
I will forget the misery I’ve lived
& never be reborn