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My Undiminishing Red~ Star Vermilion of a Vacant Lockddown Earth’s Midsky Nights.. You Are
infra~reddened~ incandescence
of a thousand~petallous fuelled
heaven crop of Passiflora incarnata
hitblooming in the inky~night’s
lengthening wavelengths
y o u are
my marathonic burning, ancient
pillared lighthouse soul~eyes, in
the garlanding strings of marigolden
vermilion over our earthen entrance
sprinkled in drizzly pre~summery
welcome showers with still cravingly
unfading petrichoric birthing breaths
of a ravenously fantasized raw~
Mangifera sweetsourly
electrifying crises
y o u are
today, as
(i blink wide in no answers
to those totally diverse continental eyes
to be in a cryptically artistic mergence
... your warrior ionic reds of a lipping tongue
soothes me moist & gentle in surprisingly
as if pacifist transformational scripts...
streaming all over this illumine skinstorms
in your letloose wilderness fires.. flaming
me in magneticiously husky baritones..)
i enter the northeasterly
open ~skyview balcony of the nights...
(..to mesmerize in the mixed emotional
airs of a jasminous~ rosaceous
drowsiness, the icy~ kniving
in subtly ploying alloying grills
.. arouse these piercing naked lips
baring all for once… in their
unquenching sensory appetites..
reminiscent of our wordless
swordy violencing poetics
towards even hardcore terser
primitive erected amphitheatres of
a strictly trembling night's delving
interior core wholly unheard of...
& all the factorial known unknowns
of this bodily hearth & this March-ing
mid~equatorial~wise revolutionary earth
...thus burn the frictional burn, more than
the blandly boring torturous midnoon's
sweltering lonlines heat, charged in
a super~heated liquescing core
of volcanic redhot plasmic flows
...our passioned incarnations rise
as the molten yet minimalistic wick
of an undying magmatic matchsticks
in an unputdownable mixture of a chemistry
& an un~ decostructionably encrypted divine
alchemy .. of the atomically swimming sparks...)
...of this red~ starry stardust, in these
midsky nights’ ...winking & twinkling
liberational essaying displays .. calling
us from this a distilled eerie silencing
& islands afloat of separated multiple
shadowy earth, arrested in the virally
gone lockdowns now.. in horrific bitter~
dark concoctional settings of the ominous
crisscrossing mysterious bats in chilling
squeaks… & the univitedly warfaring
ground armies~ the raging batches of
cricket cacophonies, ripping ears to rags
there is still in sight here, a greyey~heaped miscellany mound
pieces of a cluelessly broken down, an undated derelict architecture..
weighing heavily over the poramboke lands of forgotten greens…
only with hope of a tomorrow’s new home, magically restored
as ingredients & memories.. of a not-so far futuristic foundation
in humanistic red~ bricks & stardust of our Red~ starring Love
#ERULGCT #2
Published 31st Mar 2020
| Edited 1st Apr 2020
Author's Note
scribbling #2 of #ERULGCT of RobUma Fusional Creation...
late by few hours.. still , the flowing Red~Starry Cosmic Love.. let it be let it be ..
as stardust Hope.. of our Liberational Onenessness . you know, Love you Rob & all DUs. Peace & Prayers these times x:)
pic: Web
late by few hours.. still , the flowing Red~Starry Cosmic Love.. let it be let it be ..
as stardust Hope.. of our Liberational Onenessness . you know, Love you Rob & all DUs. Peace & Prayers these times x:)
pic: Web
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Anonymous
1st Apr 2020 2:32pm
"Skyview balcony of the nights." Succulent and sensual poetry...as ever doo dah xx
1st Apr 2020 5:21pm
Things will restore, they always do but what will humans and humanity learn from this, that is the question. Stay safe and healthy dear Uma and keep on pouring your talented ink.
1st Apr 2020 6:05pm
You grant teeth to passion, muscled limbs to the cosmos infused gravity between souls. Jaw dropping to contemplate.
2nd Apr 2020 4:33am
There is nothing more beautiful than two people who love one another so deeply it spills out in poetry.
