Sometimes these trees look absolutely terrifying, in the succumbed darkness, in the shadows, in plain sight. With their branches shining smugly through my doors, my windows; the way it moves, the way it twitches. Something of these trees and their branches is watching me, and I feel their eyes every second of the living day, and in the hours of the sleeping night.
Call me evil all you want; tell me your rawest feelings . I love breaking your heart; evoke the mind within. I want to see you crawl over the polished floors; be more desperate come to me; come to her. Adhere you back with PVA; basting stitch over your heart. You must not want me then; I don't think I could ever relate. Keep bouncing over there; over hill tops. Did you think I wouldn't know?; my cards tell me what's on your mind. You know I knew, might as well let it all through; wish I could hold your hand. The type to write your name in this sigil; the type to write my name in grafiti. Hold a gas mask over the air and let it resist; he [you. yeah, you] keeps the waves at knee-high [length].
here you go, again, obsessing over them when you have me; my dear, it hurts me more than you'd understand.
Everyone has the most feral of dreams to hang on to, to linger around — we stink of these dreams. and i’m here in here too in this panting you see with birds over the wall and bees hiding in bushes i am over the rainbow and between this bench and i go through the fence my heart lingers here and flowers continue to grow
you flow and snake into my dreams and you take hold of the poison holding me and you see the world for who it is you continue to kiss each blade of grass as you kneel on one boney knee and you don’t even bruise your skin is the most supple the most velvet the most intimate coil around my arm nuzzle into my vellum kiss the smooth stone on my cheeks
taste the coconuts that linger around my skin coconuts orbit like you like planets and like stars and you don’t question it it is apart of your nature and apart of mine and apart of yours there’s nothing stopping us now
Do you know where we can go to see these lights? I mean the spirits; the energies around me; the celestial bodies floating through “space”, through their locked dimension — you know the code; you have their key. Teach me how to go there, how to get there, how to feel in there, how to travel into their plane— the static river flowing from your veins and out into ribs — the love you put into the ground. The energy you pull into you from the Earth, beyond our Earth, and from that small dale around the hill.
Can you see things? I don’t know things. But I don’t want you to leave, I don’t know where to go— I’m not sure how to navigate. But can you see things? I don’t know things. I fill this empty pool. I sit on the window sill. Waiting for you to arrive, at the edge of our Earth, our Heaven, our door. But can you see things? I don’t know things. My heart travels with the wind. Bury me in dust. Bury me in rain. Let the sea take me, feel the wet gale.
...just to say this: I want her to see me; I’d almost love to show her my body, show her my full dales and verdant valleys; I’d allow her to dream her biggest dream of me.
She says she can make love in the realm above her head, she can feel me. She says that we can make love in the realm above our heads, we can feel we.
...just saying this: don’t let the sunbeams find you; stay low, and let the moonlight cleanse the worries that trail behind you. You can **** my skin and I will grab yours there — all in the realm of spirits and stars and energy.
I want to show off every curve and wide part of this body; this ebony vessel isn’t enough to hold the plump **** and blossoming ***** attached to my soul, attached to my spirit.
I want to put a leash on you,
read the title all the way to the last line and connected with the last line, and read the last line connected with the title.
felt the ripples of the waves and the blurred out lanes into my anatomy and felt the seed and ate each sunflower’s petal all the same while you stuck your seed up into my own pink fleshy guts that pulsate with your bulging fingerless hand.
and i stood up with all of your claws on mine and my paws rested on your hide, on your silver chest — i give it to you, i give it to you, i give it to you. i’ll let the spirits collide and hear what’s going on inside my lungs, let them all hear the thump and pound of our walls.
saw him behind the buzzing bees and the blurry swirls of crystal and motion the same neon purple flooded my eyes as i let you flood my insides the same flooded night on the dingy brown couch in your brother’s basement
you know, i’m crazed. i’m in a field of dandelions, wild flowers, lavenders, peonies, the wildest of flowers, i’m gratefully stuck in a swirling whirl of trust and the smallest of daring flying flies.
I regret nothing! I will not be silenced! Maybe you’re not doing things right!