when clarity is enough

honey and absinthe taste almost    
the same when paper ceases to  
be paper.. when flesh ceases  
to be flesh  
spilt somewhere between,    
a pulse beats unnoticeable,  
fingertips search for    
anonymous heavens within the    
tender space of my wrists    
leaving out the pronoun (I)    
completely, intimacy on the out-  
lungs like drowning dansers    
with strands of air making home    
inside of them  
and there is no way to divide    
myself, motion beneath ripples in    
certainty and sweet abandon  
something stirs…  it’s so    
tempting to name this night  
this unmistakable emergence    
this deep penetration of brittle whispers      
this shapeless heap of sentiments  
'in my mouth, i carry things that    
cannot walk, and hold them gently  
in the softness of my jaws.'  
Written by HowlingWhelms (Noire)
Published | Edited 25th Jan 2019
Author's Note
for the first time in my life, im experiencing something that is beyond words of all forms. It's not writer's block or maybe it is
...but either way--whatever it is... im passionately excited
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