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delicateaurasoul poetry continued....
"new beginning"
The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised...
"pheonix fluids"
riddle me tender
eyelashes are tassles
simultaneously sedated assessing druge pastures
peddle the butterfly, cranking it's wings until bleeding
the sheening rays are beaming in freon
every essence of my barcoded being
i'm freezing... in eighth echo guitar
flip the baton, to break it's bar... pour out the stealth menage
scrape the stars from the sky with the corners of greeting cards
blistered sparks fizzle fog from the fissures...blurb bodyparts mangled pipes, and pin-up...
your lips slit a grey goodnight as i
curl up in abandonment with half mooned shaped eyes
drape arched over a padded plaster pillar, descending as hairgrowth
scissors are hemoraging antidotes, stencil in the grandiose pain with a pen , cut it then hem
lay these parts over my body...i rock the missing limbs
I had hoped to cling to you pouting my lips and become a girl again
a trademarked eternal kingpin
manilla luster..i rusted in wingspan
syphillus splendor
swaping a muse for a canter
careless whispers
rattle the skelaton, it's berries fall failure
stich manner with small talk memorabilia
after all, twinkle toes has become a spectacle
remove these sutures holding me together and let me peel from physical...
"poetry love"
take me properly.
make love to me like poetry, softly.
you stitch me through the needle of your soft kisses.
i held back so long that I wanted to lunge.
i moved in slow-motion though with my whispers recording traces on the pavement of your mind.
finally, we touch...
sliding shoots and latters i spatter into fine chizels of glass
blindly mass binds in a coaxing motion.
sweat spindle the fibers of my spine
tapered are the edges as you
curve and raise my fringe in your toxic shape
drag your lips over my silhouette
trace the outline to snake like patterns
your cheeks brush my navel
you turn to cradle under my heart
beating breathless bliss...
poetry love,
he cups my head
he spins my hair
he turns my curls
he followed the turns in my ears
the pads of his fingers drag across my lips
he tickles his lips with my eyelashes
we congeal
i was reduced to bones as
he holds me as art.. panting
my eyes follow his every move... then roll back
guiding my hips over a pottery machine
he kisses me in rotation, making rollar coasters out of me
this is what submissivity is like
I gave in...
to what felt like a paradox
poetry love
he wove impressions
"Sleepy Hollow"
>I’d rather sleep on layers of hands with the pillows of
>fingers pinching me to see if I coexist where wind blows and
>dresses bell and fill with air so I can drift from incision
>to incision and not fully acknowledge the weary willows or
>crying rivers and how everything is being pulled to the left
>and how all colors are streaking at my waist because my skin
>is ripping away in pieces to make a cloth for the sky
>because I’m hot from the sun beating, my heart beating.. the
>friction is causing static that needs to plummet and land in
>a fluctuating eye, striking like lightning, leaving hairs
>peach fuzzing a purple aura, that forms a bubble that will
>once again float my spirit into the curves and ribbons of
>words…impaling the gelled air ,sloshing us to reach for
>eachothers hands and you won’t let go through the scattering
>projections and holograms, the milking wools of clouds and
>we can kiss forever into the whirlpool infusing with
>sparkles trickling
>Hold me silver, glistening
>Angeled and bent
>Collect me now before I streak through your hands
>
>For we are past making love
>I don’t think you can plunge yourself deep enough inside me
>
>Hast I only wake from this slumber if I can dangle from your
>arms...
Overboard
i dont know what i was doing....
inching to the edge of the world to prick a finger tip on it's tapered edge
arched & bent
....saw my reflection
standing perpetually pale, lustered and little girl running
dragging hair and painting love trails to pave the soil
the coils of my pupils have become optical illusions
spinning on black and white and forgoing the bliss of myself in it's sorrow
a curved root with praying hands that anchor towards the younder
I was beating to a heiroglyphian ambiance
gold trimmed, and splurging on the nectar underneath my fingernails
w/ hands slithering from my circulation that dissipates @ the surface
on purpose
I have re-killed myself because I'm addicted to the fall...
Only at times I wish I could drift from the religious cusp that has engulfed me only to barracade me from achieving the bliss I once captured
Running laps into my soul my lap is blessed with eternal tears melancholy arrangements only to bang with the arcade of thoughts plummeting in the butterflies of speech
Casting beneath one
I intrigue death with my brain bone posting and pushing into my cerebral
Sometimes evil state of blessed watery prism tides
Hands touch and infiltrate mind states
We become one over time
Backwards ways will dwindle I hold my head high
Produce spindles like porcupines
Dry your eyes
The end of time is only promised
I am worn out from the frolic of my woman-child
My eyes are smiles and form almond in the palms of a child
I rock longevity, my love will always be
Casting thru the meadows and heavens and earthly cloud arrangements
Will I find me in him by a kiss goodnight
When my emotions hit pavements AND they split skies to reveal the light
Once promised im chiseled to formulate the glare that impales my eyelids
Form a grid of clenched teeth and skid sentimentally on love
Rock above the leaves that fall over and form dew
Im in love with you, im in love with you
Hold me. It felt so good to do good and release good into you
I had hoped to collect your thoughts from the host of you
And turn it thru my hands soft like bubbles
For you have done acupuncture
Your eyes and hair your smile your stare
Why cant I kiss you while you’re holding my hips
Eyelashes bat when taking a sip of your extacy
Third degree chizled into your hearts calligraphy
Im not lyin when I say I love what you’re doing…
I never thought that anyone would understand me… again
But you’re getting closer to the bends and curves of my makeup
I feel like a girl again
High pitched
Just being around you makes me high pitched
Can I be your bambi?
And curl up under your manly
Saturated with your thoughts and eyes...
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