My body rocking warm with the narrative of your touch Immersed in the dedication you deluged on my skin Lingering condolences your presence has left; Flesh and bone doves beholding my name. Only existing in your thoughts I'll be there a gone man Holding daisies between my eased clutch and mellow fingertips Eyes, etiolated yet plenty of the blaze that sets my lids awake
A bare lady, unveiled Bathing in extravagance and rhapsody Taking the fumes of her groves_ Cherry rancour to mauve mania_ To the suburbia of my room Absent covers of abstinence protract. With every tooth I denude_ I'll speak of you_ Exalt that cloy convulsion you evoke Spurt-out the glee of being in agony Contorted by limerence; A rose on my knees (that is not a sign for mercy) Asking me to bend more Speak of me
I spark_ petrichor heartbreak Face-down in the dirt; A corse in the gruelling soil All clay limbs and silt particules of honey that move me in. On a second show of cognizance Even nothingness is not much tenderness compared to her shackles. Her detrimant is loving; Golden palms of smouldering coal Raging my desire to fickle afire Dusting tempests, chariots of gale and downpour To pair with her ire.
In the name of having a heart gilded by irrefutable argent needs I'll be there standing in the winds of your memory Just_there, until you come back to me.
10 décembre 2022
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