Cosmic conversations, cowritten with MalcolmG

Words splinter like jagged glass, carving through the throat—torn-apart breaths,  
Flesh and phrases, stitched in erratic seams, each syllable a twisted spike.  
You carve me, unmake me, remold me with guttural roars—flesh and verb,  
I dissolve—fractured, flung—drifting in the wreckage of language's chaos.  
 
Sounds faintly tumble, scraping vocal cords attune intrinsic fluttering  
choired insects invoke chasms chanting . Follow now my demure shade as chiseled tones cast scarlet pristine plutonian spells. My satin shape burns buried fumes as my psyche seeps through shrine songs  
 
You speak, and I break open—your breath is the quake that splits me in two,  
Letters burn, scar across my skin—every consonant a lover’s bite, every vowel a gasp.  
You don’t whisper—you shatter, reassemble, each word a kiss, each syllable a savage embrace,  
I ache in the spaces between, caught in the storm of your tongue, bleeding with joy and agony.  
 
Allow now this void to unveil a cardinal fire beckons. Once were were two halves rekindled within dervish magma from our joined mouths now speaks kismet through poesy. Ten petalled entwined fleeting fingers. Akashic aspen air seeks abundance . This convenant written rubescent fallen pollinated stars  
 
Eyes bleed into the dark—torn vision, un-visioned. Crying colors—fractured hues lick the rust of reality. We skin the word love and let it bleed longing— tasted, twisted, swallowed whole, a taste that lingers.  
 
Choking on consonants, gasping on vowels,  
the tongue drips in grotesque beauty,  
a prayer—flayed—across the wreckage of a slain vocabulary  
Strange how we speak in fragments—shards—words unmade,  
each letter an echo, a shattered shriek, of deepening thoughts  
Pulse, twist, repeat, all the sounds come undone,  
rhythms crashing against the shore of oir breath, these thought come alive with each stroke of the pen.  
Veins hum in tongues—gnashing like teeth bringing the truths we so bravely hide —  
the rattle, the shiver of syllables split,  
grinding on the gravel of silence, is this not the passion in words .  
 
o paladin words bemused by scarred subtle scales where love for the words splitting.  
Spilling seamless eclipsed evocations from each adorned atom auspicious shadows  
quiver papyrus leaf leaked impale ink stained benevolent borealis. You are synched scalpel devout astronaut heralding hearth. Blossoming blindfold befallen where bare  
sacred scripture lingers initiated initials so read me yond youth yond age yond time  
We ,emersed elixir hemispheres!