I feel like a drip

Course toes tickled the silked fringes

Willow brushes tasted the night

Watching it blow. Willow leafs' tips caressed nights glow
Swaying to the trumpet's  highest notes

Swamp like creatures lure in my shadow. Creeping on the moon's glow.

I feel like a breeze

Wheat meadows captured my essence in two breathes and one fervor

My growth hidden in midnight's blow.
Dampening the wrists to swim - breathe it's  green

I'm not every spirit, free - risking to capture a misted, darkening dream

Moments

Hidden ago, long ago beneath this stairwell

Tempting to reopen yet torture to hold so dearly

Single lane separation

Holding this ideal, sun kissed on my temple, perpetual grief as the truth is opposed to ideals

Warm tender joints
Shaking in calm movements
Sleeping under the yet to be seen ideals of given fantasies unable to disclose

Hidden nights grabbed. Gripped
Heathen puffed mouths
Filled with devious schemes

Sun dried eyes blend these notions. Rebellious, shhhh shhhh

Trimmed, pierced - bitten
Carress my lovers mouth

Love or lightness. Blend my truest heart's honesty, love
With your truest intentions to blow away - hidden behind all darkest corners.

A silence. Who do we belong to, eachother?

Insane some, wild some
Show some

Right then, they them
Palatable Showmen

High hold, glimmering gold
Unfaithful men of bold

Hypnotic beads of satin,
Women of exotic

Crippling scars at birth
Becomes this fellows  worth

Odd...
Melodies of Nightmares

A mirror, a hole - of Human's participating role
Amused, by Truly our fears our utter disgust,
But under the tent one feeling robust

Hidden in intoxicating luster
Mildly prompting the feelings of pride, and a condescending guise

Under the Fabricated tent, there's a disgrace
We feel beauty, oh how I, the better man!

Only because it's not our face

A meadow turning to ashes, thoughts rationalize
Or thoughts sympathize

Eyes intertwine
Minds unaligned

Crushed under light
Observed minusculely
Contained, constricted
Hypnotize impatience, as one tears for the dark

Callous bites aimlessly
A wild animal one becomes
As if living in eternal light

Finally, time for crouching in the dark
But one is dreadfully fearing when the bright of light
Will reveal, displease, repulse

So they stay crouching quietly in the dark

The world turns
all becomes, shifting metamorphosis
Continually
Grace
Of
Growth

moving silently
moving days without visible motion
We shudder and bask in the days end

Forgetting, what the motion took to become

Endings