heady fragrance of drizzle
returns lonely through
the horizon's limpid perfidy -
we have been deceived
by the many days that guillotine.
the wind's lasso choking
perennial trees
big-eyes, love-crumbs,
lion-telling eyes roar
love altogether
a dissonant song of hurtling;
kisses are aerials in the
starry void
and in your eyes are lengthening
spiral staircases where my
glance has grown feet traipsing
deeper into some mystic invitation, a night-displacing fire
in the harlequinade.
the croon of some
iron silence cloaked
in the viridian garment of trees, the inexhaustible flambeau
of a flower's gamble,
or red Christ burning in the pellucid waterfall.
out there, love, amid fragments,
is a church
with slender truth-bells
and my, take my hand and let us dash through the dark!
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
heady fragrance of drizzle
returns lonely through
the horizon's limpid perfidy -
we have been deceived
by the many days that guillotine.
the wind's lasso choking
perennial trees
big-eyes, love-crumbs,
lion-telling eyes roar
love altogether
a dissonant song of hurtling;
kisses are aerials in the
starry void
and in your eyes are lengthening
spiral staircases where my
glance has grown feet traipsing
deeper into some mystic invitation, a night-displacing fire
in the harlequinade.
the croon of some
iron silence cloaked
in the viridian garment of trees, the inexhaustible flambeau
of a flower's gamble,
or red Christ burning in the pellucid waterfall.
out there, love, amid fragments,
is a church
with slender truth-bells
and my, take my hand and let us dash through the dark!
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