When
brown eyes myth
for
sudden fracture
longing
into yesterday
mourning
false reality.
I
know for jousting, to hike a breath, to flirt with ink. I love
you
like sinning, to keep a secret, to feel approved; and
what
for jasmine lies, and pastel poses, a lunar feature. We
felt
it, or was it I, filled with trepidation; for everyone
knows,
right?
Its
sapphire cries, and topaz eyes, as clear as a fractured
moment.
I’m tipping limbo, a muddy lucid, close enough to
vomit.
Its vatic rites, and lotic nights, to wrestle illusions.
It
was oh so ludic, a lotus on a soul, trekking popcorn
gardens.
I love you like melic prose, to skateboard and ollie.
Its
maven woes, knellic bells, and dells featured in spirit.
I
ride it green, stabbing down the coast, jumping on the ten
east.
The light is misty, a jasper tear, and rich in tension. I
hike
a breath, and orpine hearts, a trancelike vision. I dab
the
attar, a feeling rose, counting through petal haze. It was
ever
a nova, and part delusion, a mystic attack. Oh for
eating
words, and holding composure, to flicker illumination.
I
admire fluid, to mold water, a verse for distrust. I write to
come
to, a lux of rain, and rut to flare.
I’m
vexed in part, to woo a cobra, and defang fate. It’s a sax
of
blues, and jean tight veins, to surf the Tao; for there’s an
urn,
where ashes dwell, and speaking wisdom. Oh for oaken
souls,
for taupe clouds, and pear-born cries. Its Persian lights,
and
scribbled notes, to live it like Sheiks; but too an ache,
a tea-like chant, to
rant through silence.
