the
brilliance, the flame, the rollercoaster; to see you in silk, seducing death,
as gorgeous as the unseen; we await the volume, permeated with silence, to hold
you in trembling arms. the eclipse of gestures—the furnace of features, but a
fever to a mortal; where gods watch, to ravish the goddess, as torn as diplomats.
there was never such fire, as sultry as beauty, clothed in fallen stars. oh the
morning, to tiptoe the lawn, to kneel and grab the paper. he’s a mystic addict,
to crumble the cigar, a mile into her eyes; the diamonds shimmer, to offset
uneasiness, to know the unreasoned night; in which are wounds, unburied wounds,
sprawled upon the surface.
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Love That Borders Divine
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