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interior of the narrative
with powdered paint and eye
and quenchless burning soul
deeper dark star fury
takes up the hurrying wind,
purity lost beneath the moon
misty champagne breath
keeps the flow
and warm ones eyes,
flash and hold,
adore me now or die
happy rays
reach sinew and bone,
beguiled so beguiled
by brighter grasp of desire,
fire and malice
forge the steel that cuts
the bonds of spanked behind
erotocise the far out stars
roses wanted only for the kiss,
hey harmony sing and
conceal wine impassioned veins,
sing one more time
the glory and the gem
of our dark hearts,
brutal tug of hair
claimed on oceans shore,
love an orphan of friendship
ceaseless and perverse,
liberty burnt over ashes
in her thrall i am
beat beat beat,
the frenzied imps of fire
in desperate crouch
of soul
i remain
@dVersePoets
endured no more
titian tints of summer yield
forgetting and embracing
wind and rain,
winter would come with shackles
a home,
citadel of seclusion
sphere light bulbs and ticking clocks
here you can contemplate
the different shades of life
and it’s own complex fate,
grey heart beats,
distilled whiskey poured in
glass streaked by fingers
that once touched face,
without silken words
she would return
and the fevered mind would clear
moments of indiscretion
reshape reform
music would attract,
moth like fluttering in her heart
and the once broken tongue
would speak again
healing a process
begun
fireproof monkey
elastic bound thoughts
contracted as would a boiled egg
overdone,
helios hepped on jazz
found the stroke of sidewalk
blocks of bars and strip joints,
mind breathing everything
eyes registering the glass windows
of long to come
tomorrows,
when her kiss come
buick grille jaws of hell,
elastic could not tighten
anymore flared with worms
and a solitary fly,
noise flushed red of wanton art,
could i be a titan
writhing on that couch
with string hearted blonde
ivory lonely care
without tending priests,
poor dumb altar
with genius of my soul
her and my footsteps
made us kings and queens
of the carnival
and slumberers of the
dreary city doorways
carcasses when broken
words pressed to my forehead
ready to explode,
winters long wait for suns awakening,
there is no lamb in a killers eyes,
transmit feeling with each moment
breathing
knowledge escaping,
the future is out of it’s cage
unsure unsteady,
dandelion clocks dispel
it is worlds end
lighthouse of the precipice ,
word pressure tighter,
saliva wet in the mouth
like kisses from a hungry dog,
broken waves are heard
noise visible on open window,
human that feeling and being
cannot be sold,
those words are hurting
urging through skin
cracking skull bone,
my brain resists
textured ripe as an open fruit
solid as that sweet nut of pleasure,
i will continue
and watch you go adrift
on the longest wave
beyond beacon light,
nine thoughts exposed
from heaven
intermittent pulses
a cruel birth as i watch in silence,
forgetting that the past had been
imprinted with us,
this place with meadow near
would fall into ruin
without us
multiple coincidences
unfathomable satin pillow of sky
over city my coeval,
traffic noise curtains billowed
as i lay in the comfort
with only my own breath
sounding out,
bedclothes scattered wadded
into masses on that blue carpet,
timing had been the measure,
this was my place
no motel with bleak neon,
i could consume my life
in whatever way i wanted
without intervention or lust on time,
a fly would hover
before i found yesterdays news
to roll and crush that fragile
gossamer winged creature,
she had not quite gone
her touch left indentations beyond
fingerprints visible on my skin
pressure points that excited
to that blazing exclusion of my mind
nebulous shimmer near
opaque evaporation,
my vision light and molecules
on the retina,
i was more absorbed by my feelings
that the sound that cut into my life
of tires losing grip
metal impacting on interstate collision
noise and destruction
someones life consigned to a slab,
i did not move
tingling fingers and toes
aware of sirens
the knocking of eager fists
pounded
then a torch shone
locating life in my eyes,
the road had claimed her
of that i was sure,
now my bed
within this city
my coeval,
we had lengthened shadows
together
now i lay still
Hair Yellower By Torchlight
.86 acre of land
a vine crawled house,
boathouse at the extreme
in this place
tongued by wavelets,
scented moss,
naked
upon moth devoured
blankets,
i saw her hair
was yellower by torchlight
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