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Skaidrum Nov 2016
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"Quiet are your affections this hour,
as sun~fire courts moonlight"


I've sown gardens of stars
on your chest with my lips,
watched as peach-colored sunrises on
your shoulder blades dissolve before me,
and traced the ladder to heaven
along the sky of your spine
with my tongue.

You drank silver from my skin
like it was holy water, and you told me
that my body was like a godless church,
holy for no reason other than itself.

you told me I was beautiful,
so many times


This uncharted territory, porcelain to the touch;
we are blood in water in love, serenading the
angels that are intoxicated with our naivety;
Our bodies eclipsed and your hands find
the flecked gold that leans too heavy on one side,
and you placed all of the diamonds
back into my bones without
hesitation.

Whenever you kissed me
I knew love by all of its names
in all of it's tongues of flowers and coasts
and we drink up this disease knowing that
the only cure is each other.

However,
another heart's jealousy is a carcass in the ashtray,
and I have seen this hatred before;
I know that some ghosts prefer not to be woken;

Find fossils of heartbreaks
in the fountain of doves,
because if you searched her heart you'll find
empty hallways begging to be filled with
your sunlight.

As you are spellbound with
blue ponds of smoke and dynamite eyes
you reminded me once more,
I am a museum.

The darkness will feed upon his luna,
so the sun wishes to marry his lover,
~so look at me~

The moonlight is merely sunlight in a white dress
...
The scent of rain haunts me.
© Copywrite Skaidrum
  Oct 2016 Skaidrum
The Dragon Prince
When she spoke,
She spoke of stars.
And all those little comets she loved
So dearly.

When she spoke of him,
Her voice held a constant pitch.
Her eyes proclaimed a different tale
As they wavered
Lost and lone.

Oh how I Lie,
You never deserved to be like this.

Those little stars burnt out in your skin,
and your lips are spitting cosmic dust
A blackhole lies where your stomach once was.

She only offers
Water to sip.

All your beauty
All you've known
Will be ****** into nothingness.
  Oct 2016 Skaidrum
K Lynnah
Blade in hand the heavensent
Inches closer to her face

"I've been counting down the days"
Says he.

Further down the hole he went
Losing races in a maze

Wide awake inside his craze,
Crazy.

He moves in silence
Lurking between venues
Welcome and adieu

He comes and goes
In skies and ink injections
In rejections of her heart

In breaking silence,
In his art
Of knives to Faces.
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