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Arms in the cloud

I would like if I could, to venture out

into a baroque cave where the walls are translucent

and all that surrounds it are rivers of coherence

and incoherence

where I can scream, and when my echoes

radiate they bounce off on me and touch

the spaces in between my fingers

bizarre and ornate

rococo chimes lift my spirit

progressive, regressive

subliminal rising, into the sea of whispers

and final decisions

and crazed hands

and melting lips

and bruised knuckles

and fighting wrists...

I subsist to consist

of the fluid that makes me up

lavender barely breathing

flowers/continue/endure

hang tough, low by lakes of conspiracy

and hate/ block eyes/ shed those ill states

I carry this entity/essence/life gentely

in my arms like a ancestor. mother .

press its head against my skin and give it everything

in my blood filled hands, sinful/blessed/ tiered creatures

I feel beautiful in these worlds.

eyes closed in sleep, palms spread forth

oceans cleansing, I feel like an infant

stomach twists and hearts bat burnt wings

and learn to fly

I radiate.full hearted. eminence spoke to me

through her portal of solid grass and dieing trees

in the outskirts of the vagabond, slowly unraveling

like a child speaking

slowly growing like new love

stricken instantly

I am in

between Cleopatra and Mark

between Orpheus and Eurydice

between Odysseus and Penelope

between Elizabeth Bennett and Darcy

between Salim and Anarkali

I shiver in that love

that breathes in determent

and breathes out fragrance

temperate plasma hooked onto

the grind of my woman I beat like

the robins breast/ trembling in awe

like a living leaf blowing in the winter wind

resisting/giving in/ perishing/ breathing

to the sound of this beautiful life

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midnight-prague
Greek
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Apr 29, 2011
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