Little lightening


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I thought I felt your nose…
..
Woke up in the middle of a moonless night with no clothes
Naked with blue breath…froze
Like our image in picture frames
Holding a permanent pose
As these…

colorus swirl through my nose..
Must have been the warm smell of rain

Reminds me of you
this liquid, which does not stain

Always feeling the thumping of that fuchsia vein..attracted to the all
We’ll soon obtain.

Need to get the water out of my brain

Undulating back within this snow leopard sheet
Thinking thoughts that I almost never speak
Until I feel..
Hah?

.. . . .. ….
.

…… . .. …..I thought I felt your cheek..

Woke up again, thinking your eye lashes had grazed me with a sweep

Starting to realize that I actually never went to sleep.

Tease me, pour me out of liquid form ..
Coiled up in you like follicles from Sheep
Arms warmth, like tea..

we steep.

I thought I felt your feet..
Woke up..

Oh, that’s right…

-S

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Violinist’s Physics


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I want to love you, adore you
You bore me, but no
I cannot scuff you, I’ll cuff you
I’m already coaxed
We need to hate we, you hate me
I’m glowing, I’m gold
Little baby, lately, loving, loafed

Rate me, forsake me, then leave me alone
High as moringa tree, in liguanea, you’re loving the ghost
Sorceress you’re so crazy, hey.. baby, help me break out the mold

..mold

Liquid liar..
When could you run through my fire
All, come on… your songs melt
my desire..

You’re crying lightning, I’m trying, to withhold all excitement
This dying diamond,
so blinding on my end,
I’m still binding
.. looking for things not worth finding
Leave you alone in wet silence
But…

Violence
Could your love be like violence
What timing
Electricity and vibrance
Violence
I’m in love with your violence
Fine like strings of violins ..

-S

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Sensual Surgery


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When these lids split
and the wet spheres in my face
roll back in position to sit
I awake feeling solidity
at each finger tip
in between the valley of scabs
where in the night my skin has ripped
ignoring these marks as innocuous
sailing through the day forgetting the obvious
back to black as these lids kiss
through the silence amongst the mist
she has come again tonight
to claim my skin as her cutting board
investing bliss through tiny slits
……
       …the sensual surgeon who’d rather leave her love letters etched in my epidermis

When the scabs heal, I’ll read your story through my scars, and never forget your purpose within my stars

It is as if, you, shine through the prism, of my prison’s bars.

Legacy.

-S

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Smooth Oscillation


SONY DSCAlign your nose to the star and say “life is grand”

Boomerang smiles to the mountains, heel and toes taste the land

 As you arrive in the valley, notice the shape of it from where you stand

Resembles the “M” on the metacarpus in the middle of your hand

Within Self you have found maps

With these maps you have found facts

Through these facts your skin begins to relax

And your pores facilitate smiles, small pools, and shores

This is the life, have it

Born into the ocean of your Mother’s planet

upside down, exhaling bubbles until you meet the land, ‘Oo..how we planned it

Our control theory, living in this dynamical system

Now-

Backstepping into your unfocused eyes, shut, and open your lids

Take back in the image of the valley, remember your youth

Remain as your kids

You’re going to end up changing this world, hers, and his

Now-

Walk into the valley with the portrait of the land you made in the womb

Purposely clenching each hand

Whilst aligning your nose to the star knowing

Life is grand

– S

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Hi, in the sly.


DSC_0522Candy girl, candy girl, I’m lost in the know.

Country bumpkin but these southern streets are like snow.

Not quite sure which way you’d like us to go.

Such flickering passion which shined down below but,

I

am

afraid

-this light might be arriving six hundred million years too slow.

We’ve danced like atmospheric pressure flicker, glow; only so..

..of the hearts, was one without telescope.

Who is gold, and who gets the blow?

Who is called, and then turns back into coal?

Candy girl, candy girl, I’m as lost as the crow..

..that didn’t feel the parasitic gimmick when the bow..

..that is this relationship untied, and shot through the chest

..river blood down the back of the planet flow.

Candy girl, candy girl, she’ll never let you grow.

I could show you precious stones, I could stitch your soul.

Mist your leaves until you come into the fold, finger prints

from the lover, in hands, hold the bowl.

Candy girl, candy girl, I’m lost in the…NO?

Snow like streets, southern 60 something degrees below, would you like us to go?

Mm, but below, shined passion, flicking like three million whole.

I have to cope with your image only through a telescope.

You did the blow, who was she?

Nobody?

No.

Called, pressured you, but you couldn’t turn to diamond, little coal.

Candy girl, candy girl, she’ll never let you go.

So, let me.

-R

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Lately.


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Stuck, in you, mango flesh between the teeth
Everything, I knew, liquidity like laying in your pores spreading through your night
Never blue, never not us in our canoe
Mm..no, your everything is pursued
I just want to sleep with my left leg on you
Lately, you’ve been reminding me

ånd….

maybe, I’ve been smiling like the sea
Because your light has been refracting through my waters
leaving colours twisting down into my infinity
You are a reminder that she was always meant for he..

Oui, yes

We.

-S

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Copper people


What happens when the tattoo lakes on the organ skin run dry?

Seeing that lovely lavender vein, beating atop your eyelids pumping blood…when I’m in. Again an again, until the strokes staccato, hemp milk spilling into an opal bottle, are you alive?
Lover, do you follow?
Ghost smoke blue nail polish, our hearts hollow, filled with seaweed vapor, on the edge of our boat, eating Scotch bonnet peppers, an avocados

We are so frozen, cold.

-S

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