i'm tracing your sensitivity,
your secrecy with my finger...
the folds of a flower that continually
spread new color.
your duplicitous flare.
the buzzing ghosts of bees,
dying mid-nectar.
your super intelligent eyes
following my mind till i lose it...
only to grow another one.
deeper than your walls, deeper
than your layers...to the chamber
of your repose.
burning sandalwood and a flood
of moon, settling down on
your bed.
as with the weight of strong hands
slowly working their way toward you.
you're choking back the tears, you feel
fully exposed.
you can't and won't gather yourself
for the oncoming ecstasy.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
i'm tracing your sensitivity,
your secrecy with my finger...
the folds of a flower that continually
spread new color.
your duplicitous flare.
the buzzing ghosts of bees,
dying mid-nectar.
your super intelligent eyes
following my mind till i lose it...
only to grow another one.
deeper than your walls, deeper
than your layers...to the chamber
of your repose.
burning sandalwood and a flood
of moon, settling down on
your bed.
as with the weight of strong hands
slowly working their way toward you.
you're choking back the tears, you feel
fully exposed.
you can't and won't gather yourself
for the oncoming ecstasy.
*This Empty Flow: "Useless" on replay.
