Romancing with the evening
involves
offering the body like a ritual
Streams of air
construct like rivers above the stomach
Fluids and sediments
lisping along the naval
Thighs submerged in atmospheric slush
I take my lacking fingers
and uproot the throbbing lip
of the swollen sienna
Lip crests above lip
Foreground Underground
Potion, Lotion Softness, Crusts, Crumbs
redness, tension, adhesives
Tenuous, elastic
dirt dust, dirt dust
agony
congruence orgasm
Inside the circumference of the naval
a forest is lit
Tubes and tunnels of temperature unwind
Chop-chop
The lumberjack walks in arrogance
Life likes to take without permission
what it gave without permission
I inhale the slippery face of night
My nostrils cold
as mountain ranges
Life’s favorite romance is with death
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freaking genius!!!
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Thank you, Dennis! ❤
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perfect as -always-
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Thank you, sweetheart ❤
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Your on a roll and I think your a genius. Wait!? You are…I’ve told you this before…your writing is very surrealistic and true poetry in my book. 🙂
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Thank you, Charlie!!! That means so much from you. * Blushes *
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You welcome my friend.
Seriously, your poetry is gold.
P.S I posted something new yesterday.
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As is yours. ☺ I will be checking it out very soon.
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🙂
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Romance of light with darkness, arrogant lumberjack, anaphoras and your special spaces, this is a marvellous verse.
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