ectoplasmic, echoing
fibers vibrate delicately, glossily,
held with tension and
tied up with pearls.
powders exploding casually from
plucked strings
she inspects, with milk fingers,
that night’s catch.
in sea-spun, spider silks,
there linger tiny ***** made of
star sand, composing tiny symphonies,
bellies dragging ‘cross cornfields,
scratching still silhouettes,
notes in Solfeggio:
ink-black eighth notes
sprawling softly on
measured bars.
the chorus of silent whispers
crescendos and crashes down,
splashing salty poolwater
on silk screen paper.
damply, she lets spools spill
from her cream fingers,
inspecting knots in which
cracked fragments of silver passages
flutter.
one is plucked abrasively,
and it melts into her rosy palm,
threatening spillage from
finger creases like hot mercury.
one gleams and she tentatively,
reflexively presses it with her pointer,
prodding it before she is
breathed in in in in and
suctioned through.
what does this passage speak?
charming crickets
flaky knees rubbed
the reverberation of hums
explodes in little hearts,
windowpanes
smashing and shattering,
billions of glistening pieces
embedded in tiny lungs,
orbiting galactically
like bellicose comets.
a hair stands up
and she breathes in,
one huge breath.
honey coats her lungs,
quick as lavender,
and
the bluntness of her teeth
deny endlessly the soft,
glowing warmth spreading
through her veins like liquid gold.
cocoa in her breath and
dusty icicles in her lashes
it was a tremendously satisfying catch,
that night’s catch.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
ectoplasmic, echoing
fibers vibrate delicately, glossily,
held with tension and
tied up with pearls.
powders exploding casually from
plucked strings
she inspects, with milk fingers,
that night’s catch.
in sea-spun, spider silks,
there linger tiny ***** made of
star sand, composing tiny symphonies,
bellies dragging ‘cross cornfields,
scratching still silhouettes,
notes in Solfeggio:
ink-black eighth notes
sprawling softly on
measured bars.
the chorus of silent whispers
crescendos and crashes down,
splashing salty poolwater
on silk screen paper.
damply, she lets spools spill
from her cream fingers,
inspecting knots in which
cracked fragments of silver passages
flutter.
one is plucked abrasively,
and it melts into her rosy palm,
threatening spillage from
finger creases like hot mercury.
one gleams and she tentatively,
reflexively presses it with her pointer,
prodding it before she is
breathed in in in in and
suctioned through.
what does this passage speak?
charming crickets
flaky knees rubbed
the reverberation of hums
explodes in little hearts,
windowpanes
smashing and shattering,
billions of glistening pieces
embedded in tiny lungs,
orbiting galactically
like bellicose comets.
a hair stands up
and she breathes in,
one huge breath.
honey coats her lungs,
quick as lavender,
and
the bluntness of her teeth
deny endlessly the soft,
glowing warmth spreading
through her veins like liquid gold.
cocoa in her breath and
dusty icicles in her lashes
it was a tremendously satisfying catch,
that night’s catch.