insanity vs. reality and how they marry

 



"my heart says forget me, and my soul says never let me go"

there were words once trapped inside me like a sad,
dreamless genie
these 13 words longed to taste yours
to know by heart your pulse and rhythm, to linger on your bastard tongue, buzzing
breathing in your amber waves, caressing encouraging the sparks of light in you that inspire and play with shadow

these words have dyed my cheeks a pretty prayer filled pink, journeyed to you tangled in the coarse hair of wild horses, braided into the glass hands of sea clouds, in the desperation of hurricanes
of cocoons that will someday kiss your skin for me as butterflies
they know you won't be able to keep from petting and understanding them,
i have infected them with the metamorphic
suicide that is loving you, my passionate prince
i have taught them the song that collides with our tragic rainbow veins, unsure of its humanity, its lilting trembling fever, the exact meaning of endlessness, of courage, of devotion, stubborn worship
a lover that must learn to care for himself because i will never know nirvana
without him


do not fear.. for they wish to be Yours, these words, these winged newborn with eyes like seeing stars for the first time, gathered sweetly upon you like dew, only to fade little by little with the rising dawn
a gentle exposure


the poignancy of prophecy is in its interpretation
there will always be defiance,
and still.....  the skies might become like misty watercolors, force us to forget our natures to embrace theirs
so that when my hand reaches for yours
neither is shy
not thinking, just feeling
absorbing
becoming what is meant to be


i have never seen a falling star. i think i know why now..... i have made enough wishes
i know divinity once more, the claws of the forlorn
but never forgotten
still worrying my flesh, clocks rendered even more useless than before, they are something to hold and worry over is all
everyone needs someone to miss them, right? right? the sun told me no one had ever  held it, and i have always felt more akin to the moon, footprints still startled clear memories in the earth outside my window
a few constellations winking at me
but no one to play in my hair, that would stay


i have but one remaining dream
that i may burrow myself inside you and never wake until you rouse me with lips of cranberry and mint,
that i may wake to horizons bleeding dahlias of beaming fury into your hair, such recklessly careful beauty could only possibly be fantasy, merely fiction




fuck. that. you are! you are
my own you are
mine.


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