sparks of you
lie within me
not dormant but
silently active
a volcano on hold
embers in the haze
of intensity's throb
and glow
my heartflames
supposedly on low
your bones are
almost molten
melding with my own
and my cells are
tiny brush fires
craving a certain water
but not just
any kind
I need liquids
fresh from the spring
icy seas
to cool my heat of soul, of ****
and gelatinous nomenclature
that clings to my tongue
I need my loops of wild light
to be egged on in the
right fluorescence
yet calmed as I spin
into your sphere
Quiet, now. Just hush up
Put your hand on my chest
feel the beats
calm my frenzied wires
drench my parched lingual
expressions with your
aqua pura
the salty sweetness
of deep desires quenched
I need soil
of the right kind
I am not a desert flower
but I have thrived
in the dry cracked
barren lands
sunstreaks in my hair
blooms have burst forth from
the sucked-in parchment
of my skin
making it smooth and dewy
and despite themselves,
festoons of flowers
decorate the pain.
belly deep
fill the milky white
of ******* with colors
releasing the constant,
strict tightening
pressing on my chest
and if given the
right conditions
this volcano
will
so deliciously
erupt
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
sparks of you
lie within me
not dormant but
silently active
a volcano on hold
embers in the haze
of intensity's throb
and glow
my heartflames
supposedly on low
your bones are
almost molten
melding with my own
and my cells are
tiny brush fires
craving a certain water
but not just
any kind
I need liquids
fresh from the spring
icy seas
to cool my heat of soul, of ****
and gelatinous nomenclature
that clings to my tongue
I need my loops of wild light
to be egged on in the
right fluorescence
yet calmed as I spin
into your sphere
Quiet, now. Just hush up
Put your hand on my chest
feel the beats
calm my frenzied wires
drench my parched lingual
expressions with your
aqua pura
the salty sweetness
of deep desires quenched
I need soil
of the right kind
I am not a desert flower
but I have thrived
in the dry cracked
barren lands
sunstreaks in my hair
blooms have burst forth from
the sucked-in parchment
of my skin
making it smooth and dewy
and despite themselves,
festoons of flowers
decorate the pain.
belly deep
fill the milky white
of ******* with colors
releasing the constant,
strict tightening
pressing on my chest
and if given the
right conditions
this volcano
will
so deliciously
erupt
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMuUPSTMPX0
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