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Madame Vai Apr 2022
This hatred
soaks into my bones.

Bouquets of plastic flowers
The smell of cigarettes
and used rubbers
saturate my senses

A sweet kiss
a deluge of poison
armistice broken
for selfish desire

This drought
this doubt
this never ending fear
it grinds against my soul

Do you even know me?
Am I even here?
Crashing into bars
of a gilded cage

The bird with clipped wings
Grounded
A song of melancholy
lingers in the air
Madame Vai Apr 2022
Cast out the chorus
that tell of dreams
of a life fulfilled
restricted
and less

Naked
I feel it
on my skin
the freedom to enjoy
myself

No fears
No judgements
No hidden spirits
tormenting my existence
to tell me lies
and divide

Lets abandon this
sail on flying ships
hedonistic
feverish

be the me
I see in my dreams
the animal
the master
Goddess incarnate
Madame Vai Mar 2022
I've heard this tune before
of butterflies that tickle
of time that stands
still

Whispering
of days more free
saccharine, yet bitter

Of turbulent emotions
and boundaries untested
untarnished
by careless love

A time of yearning,
begging,
pleading,
always wanting more.

Dancing naked
under the starry night sky
never caring about the morning.

First failure.
First disappointment.
How divine

to feel it all again
the loose security,
of dreams unfulfilled

This melancholy tune.
Madame Vai Mar 2022
Kiss me
Touch me
Love me
*******
Into your view

Swimming
Floating
Gasping
Crying
Delicious scarlet hues

Lets make promises
we won't keep
Smothered together
tangled in sheets

Paint upon my body
a canvas
decorated with tears

Fiery Red
Chilling Blue

A piece of me
silence from you
Madame Vai Jan 2019
Fantasy is merely a hungover version of reality, unbarred and subject to the whim of the dreamer

Loosely tethered to existence between a life we wish upon ourselves and a dissatisfied ego

For he who rejects this ideal reveals a falsity in his perception

And he who believes these mistruths that is found undeserving of confidence
Madame Vai Aug 2017
Come to me my love,

On a ******* overlooking a weightless ocean

Where the grains cover our toes as they depress the sodden ground

Come to me my love,

In a deep dark forest with vegetation thick

Obscuring the sacred path

Where your hand guides me along an animalistic route, savage like we once were

Come to me my love,

Atop a skyscraper in a great city of lovers

Where steam flows from the vents and you hold me watching the sun spread across the buildings

Come to me my love,

Aboard a ship placed upon an ocean blue

Where the past floats to a new future, and you kiss me at the bow

Come to me my love,

In a ***** Dachau of human existence, clawing to survive

and bread the most valuable commodity

Where our bread molds because neither of us is willing to eat until the other is nourished

Come to me my love,

To the Hindu wheel of all the pasts before us

Where our only struggle was to find each other and the only life is a future

Come to me my love,

To a moon soaked room, windows opened after a rain

Where man holds the key to unlock a sweaty night of groping, grabbing, salty licks

Come to me my love,

Your head laying on my pillow

a golden cataract spilling like the waters of everlasting life

Where our blue eyes meet and all the pasts’ spring forth to our future

All the places we will go become clear

All the kisses we will share are repeated

The breeze bumps our skin and with the softest lips you say

“I love you”
This poem was in collaboration with a writer by the name of N. Korroe
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