#humanbody
I bathe in endless sips of your love
'till the watery depths of my stomach
gurgle their dissapproval,
leaving me sick.
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 5:00 AM UTC
I have five appendages: head, arms, and legs.
More complex than oneness: what of the
six joints of every leg and arm, or the seven vertebra of the neck?
Thus, looking at the body becomes more and more complex
until I revert back to where my body evolved from a single-
celled organism, which in turn came from water.
Emotions are like appendages, there are also five simple emotions.
Looking at them react together is very complex to follow each motion.
Then, to complete the divine triangle: body, emotion, and, knowledge, which is born of unification.
Virtue are singularities of all three together.
Spirit is service,
compulsion is a virtue of youth and vitality.
It is excess of enjoyment. It knows
less limits and adheres to less stillness.
Insanity is the virtue of enjoyment that is converted
to pain: a pain for others, if not sorrow for me.
Thus, when I am continually the object of my own
insanity, it can be hidden. But when it affects others,
it becomes mental illness.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 1:07 AM UTC
There’s a sweet flooding
Of mixed energies
Climbing up her back
When your tacky fingers
Decorate her collarbone
With stardust
And sprinkle honey
Across the skin.
A few shivers
Run beneath her spine.
Some shy whimpers
Escape her mouth.
She’s got mellow skin
Ripe meaty lips
Beyond our imagination
Or perception
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 7:54 PM UTC
Y el reflejo te persiguió
Sin pensárselo dos veces
Aún cuando cerrabas los ojos,
Aunque te ocultases
La luz apagada de aquel instante
Te atrapó, insaciablemente
Y en sus brazos dañados
Sedientos, ardientes
Permitió nuevamente tu desgarre
La ruptura entre cuerpo y alma
Tomó su lugar
Y volviéndote un lienzo
Te sedujo hasta el final
En ti yace un brillo
Que diluye la tranquilidad
Entre colores finos
Dedicándose a prosperar
Piel y tela se vuelven una
Y así el arte toma forma
Tus huesos frágiles se vuelven
Del canvas la estructura
Mientras que las tonalidades
De aquellos lugares apartados
Se definen por tu esplendor
Y el artista dibuja figuras,
Garabatos y líneas torcidas
Delineando tu cuerpo,
Conservando la vida
Cada pedazo de papel
Que le rinde homenaje
A tus bordes y extremidades
Posee su propio significado
El amor, el arte, el cuerpo y la belleza
Se fusionan
Cada vez.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 1:49 AM UTC