Reading your thoughts as you
Paint mine in acrylics upon aged canvas:
I let your mind entangle itself,
Synapses echoing and
I swear it's through osmosis
That our ideas bleed into one another,
Running like watercolours,
Making the edges
Of the paper
Curl.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
writing orrery unto unlined pages
lest my hand stills and my mind with it
turns away from all insignificance
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
You hurt
me the way
ice burns skin,
frost biting flesh
until your words were
tattooed into my mind and
some strange poison
ran through
my veins.
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 3:55 PM UTC
Drown me in acrylics
So I may become art,
Abstract at best;
And write my hidden name in charcoal
A hundred times upon my skin
So I won't forget.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
Teal like aluminum foil,
Bleeding gums, spitting blood
Red as lipstick stains
Left on paper cups of coffee,
Melting the way chocolates do
Cracked knuckles from
Too many seaside winters,
Rich cocoa skin like leather
Mouth filling with soap bubbles,
Teal like synesthesia.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
Your name melts upon my tongue,
Lips meeting mine softly,
And eyelashes brush my cheek as
Deep amber pools are hidden from light;
Seashell skin running through air,
Tracing spirals against mine,
Moments falling as wind throws sand,
Bright hair dancing fractals across sky —
I've never known a blue this deep,
Richer than silent I-love-yous
Thrown to the sea.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
Dewdrop thread connection,
Solace in another life —
That which fails to speak the tongue
Whose words run slightly,
Burning ginger sounds
Drowned in ivory screams:
Cease fire for the secret
Is already known.
Leave all by the willow,
River running to the sea
Where it will be forgot;
And heart pounds as waves do,
Stealing breath, staining canvas,
Letting voices speak not in language
B'knownst to human life, but in
Melodic cries of the unseen
Flooding eyes as they close
For each is ever alone.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 12:45 PM UTC
I've finished your portrait;
You
are a glass of water
upon the windowsill, distorting
my view of the tired street below —
Refreshing, but,
it's the same view
really.
I need a new window.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Tell me the colour
Of my voice
While I whisper poetry,
Shy that the words might
Touch this still air;
Loving you has always been
Deep blue acrylics and
Muted gold filigree.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 6:49 PM UTC