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Orakhal Aug 2020
visible only
to those invisible to it

as you look
you be created to that you see

as you stop looking you
be created to that you cant
Orakhal Aug 2020
On every tongue
bes a taste yet never tasted

In every eye
bes a sight yet never seen

To every ear
bes a word yet never spoken

On every skin
bes a scent yet never breathe

Thru every heart
bes a beat yet never beaten
Orakhal Jun 2020
Heat bleeds oer this skin of grace
Touches flesh to a feathered vine
Drinks a kiss into the melt of my heart
Pressing its scent to the seal of white fire

Set bare to the bone breast of sentience
My exalted naked and *****
Spins on its steel spine
The soul gasping its pang
Hung in the paralysed emptiness of space

Curing her thirst into my flesh
She charges my surrender
Whipping her currency thru my breached body
Waves of 3 to the skull
3 to chest
3 to belly and root
Side to side up to down
Nite into day
Chasing white fire to the 4 winds

Ancient tongues squirm and squeal
Letching rancid on swallow spittle and ****
Fetching to the wake of a voiceless thunder
Heaving forth on the masters spill
Commanding its spawn to its lotus feet
Daring the speak into silent recoil
Purging tempt and trickery into deaf repose

Swift as swallow
White as feather
Sweetened to her suckled heather
Death be sown to 7 seeds
barron be the black of eve

— The End —