How far is it?
There is dirt on my feet, black and sore
Spreading all over the pages of Lillith
This earth I am traveling from, in agony
I cannot undo myself
The heart keps beating me
There is a minute, a split second, a lifetime
How far is it?
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
so she said I
but she meant no
and that is how it began
the masters escaped the context
locked down in the act of words
as the shrieking silence
sews safety pins
through whispering lips
the woman lies still now
on the kitchen table
as the clothes crumples on the floor
he has stopped playing
begun to undress reality
but the body of this text
can not be captured
penetrated by the reader's mind
but flies around as painted eyes
on a talking serpent
so he said You
but he meant yes
and the end winds away
vanishes
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
Falling through a fragrance
like stumbling on soft sunshine
Inhaling water through the eyes
that melt butterflies on your lips
Everything
and the stroke of a heart
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC