based on a picture i saw on dA.
gentle gazing up to
ever-after still unfound
we, drift, as though in
free flow-ing nurtured lives(our)
lives will find us
bind us,
eternal,
ever-after
as though
discovery were passive only:
i wait to be discovered
wait to be uncovered
the myths that make up my life
lingering at the corners:
true love, good&evil, a magic […]
on nights such as tonight the mind has a habit of drift. to loves. this is for one of those, a beautiful girl woman who made me alive almost three years ago. who gave me flowers, which no one else has ever done. who let me write her poems. whose memory has over time helped […]
This is for the dancer/percussionist/singer in Albino, who danced a dance that made my heart soar tonight.
the slips of
hips run
rampant in my mind.
her
undeniable
undulations
like
(if i could whisper
in your ear i’d tell you)
a fluidity of belief
that opens that drowsing eyelid
planting in my forehead
a singing branch of golden glow
that seeks out infinite awakening.
see
occasionally the slip of tongue-serpent flicking
between […]
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