Silent flattery's kiss,
Womb of lumens,
A touch of images
Thighs of dark stars...
Silver moon in a quarter dance,
Splice of lifetimes,
Back arches in the luminous
Glow,
Nebulous hair,
Forest of galaxies
In a game of light
Backdrops like Aztec hair,
Fluorescent serendipity,
The words choked
From the thousand times
We live and feed
Upon Andromeda's blink,
Surely to be alive
Is to die reborn among
The dreamscape of her arms.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 11:14 PM UTC
Silent flattery's kiss,
Womb of lumens,
A touch of images
Thighs of dark stars...
Silver moon in a quarter dance,
Splice of lifetimes,
Back arches in the luminous
Glow,
Nebulous hair,
Forest of galaxies
In a game of light
Backdrops like Aztec hair,
Fluorescent serendipity,
The words choked
From the thousand times
We live and feed
Upon Andromeda's blink,
Surely to be alive
Is to die reborn among
The dreamscape of her arms.
