1. Dying of a day / reflections
on surfaces of oceans
burnt umber, blue, and blood
the sinking sun
wounded
death is red
before the dark / ruins...
2.
It is the sensation of ripples
when supple pink linguist
leaves poetic yearning
fires touching
on nape and taste,
lifting countries and new
conquered kingdoms
of skin
gooseflesh and earthquakes
blood as lava
rushes in
kabuki cheeks
secret joy begins
red and parched
sudden seas of thirst
parts / our senses / must
breathe ...
(like art)
Magic whispers kiss
because touch enpassioned
is red
and wish.
3.
Love lorn letters
poetic bliss
spontaneous wings born
each ache and void
trumpeting words
when distance fails
the hearts which speak
red
the oceans felt
the tides that ebb
hurried pleas
desperations
red
when letters
lose the dying magnitude
the importance
and impetus
that love must free
clarion song
of hearts are red
as are all
kisses (scarlet)
even to air
and dead
begins on such lips
red....
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
1. Dying of a day / reflections
on surfaces of oceans
burnt umber, blue, and blood
the sinking sun
wounded
death is red
before the dark / ruins...
2.
It is the sensation of ripples
when supple pink linguist
leaves poetic yearning
fires touching
on nape and taste,
lifting countries and new
conquered kingdoms
of skin
gooseflesh and earthquakes
blood as lava
rushes in
kabuki cheeks
secret joy begins
red and parched
sudden seas of thirst
parts / our senses / must
breathe ...
(like art)
Magic whispers kiss
because touch enpassioned
is red
and wish.
3.
Love lorn letters
poetic bliss
spontaneous wings born
each ache and void
trumpeting words
when distance fails
the hearts which speak
red
the oceans felt
the tides that ebb
hurried pleas
desperations
red
when letters
lose the dying magnitude
the importance
and impetus
that love must free
clarion song
of hearts are red
as are all
kisses (scarlet)
even to air
and dead
begins on such lips
red....
Try starting with 3 and finishing with 1, and the story may seem more clear. Either way, the progression of emotion is the same... any questions please don't hesitate to message me.
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