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Mar 2020 · 180
Osmosis
E Bhrèagha Mar 2020
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 2020 · 1.6k
figure eights
E Bhrèagha Mar 2020
writing orrery unto unlined pages
lest my hand stills and my mind with it
turns away from all insignificance
Feb 2020 · 157
the way ice burns skin
E Bhrèagha Feb 2020
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 2020 · 159
Untitled
E Bhrèagha Feb 2020
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 2020 · 617
Teal Coffee Cups
E Bhrèagha Feb 2020
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 2020 · 135
Blue
E Bhrèagha Feb 2020
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 2020 · 124
Speak Not Child
E Bhrèagha Feb 2020
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 2020 · 281
Corfu
E Bhrèagha Feb 2020
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.
Jan 2020 · 146
Paint My Words
E Bhrèagha Jan 2020
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.

— The End —