the verbose touch, the immoral eyes, the mouth that carries secrets like knives between the teeth; brokenness, imprudence.
oscillating, passionate life.
a doubtful tangibility, marigolds sprouting between the cracks of the skull, reckless curiosity, a brutalized softness.
a unwanted nostalgia, a profane touch through the eyes, pleasure hidden in the subtext, thoughtless metaphors.
a gentle breeze, a warm flick between bodies, metallic nuances; a blazing aura, almost capable of blinding.
a hypocrite mortality, mental lustfulness, escapist fantasies, a scandalous discretion.
spiritual profusion, the comicality of despair, the polarities that connected, the imbecile triviality of believing in the irreparable.
the fatality in love, the tenderness, the absence.
my god, my god, the enormity of your absence.
YOU ARE READING
your glorious indifference
Poetry[POETRY/PROSE] [an ode to the things that make me want to spit blood and call it poetry] copyright 2019
