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Baby
Ticks.
like Leeches.
curling
as Trees
abundance
a pin in a Hallway
a straw
in an Empty Glass
Dry Tongue. Red Skin. Like Fire Marble.
Stillness. Blockage.
Sweets.
Rough Surfaces and Confused levelling
Baby
“Wherever you are, be all there.”
— Jim Elliot (via thoughtkick)
Eyes
Mine.
Open, when Closed.
A Soil.
Like Soil.
Wise and attentive.
White, then Brown, then White.
Sometimes, and rarely, Bloodshot.
Silky.
Full.
Like Licks of Paints.
In Squares.
We Draw a perfect Square and then stroke the perfect stroke.
You catch Flies.
You catch Dust Mites.
Each lens and capture, sealed and squeaked.
Churrr.
Churr.
Churr.
Blink.
Churrr. A tree.
A road.
Tarmac.
Slight bubbles... compacked.
Cellular.
Designed.
A lotus.
An insect.
Lopsided, with your frequency.
Sometimes.
Centre point of your expressions, mine are broken.
To convey.
To tell.
To put on.
To inspect.
To zoom in. this one hundred.
Twenty Twenty.
Certain.
Unquestionable. like butter.
like sheen.
like glaziers
Natural.
Never quite there
almost there
dreams are there
with you missing and
you are there with dreams missing
one night, you
tell me to dream while
you are there
everything should stop
so that we can do this
Doing Better
Hames,
he said his Name was.
I have never Loved anyone
with such a Conclusive,
Common Name.
I roll it on my Tongue.
Our best attribute is how we make love.
His being exferiour,
me being in.
Like a Mountain
compared
to a Pile of Rocks.
He is dainty, but certain.
Painful and addictive.
I never knew my Lips had so many Nerve Endings.
I never knew my Mind could be so taken away.
I don’t know what he sees in me,
but damn
if he ever stopped seeing it.
There is no Rush.
He could Burn this Flat to the Ground.
Kill me.
Kill my Enemies.
He says I am Sweet. That I Taste Sweet.
First Times
That was the First Time someone made me do this.
You know the Human Anatomy, so Intelligent.
You Touch there
and Lick there
and Spread your Substances else where.
I like being Young.
You remind me that I am.
The Canal
Dingy
Green and Black and Dirty.
It is out of Order,
I think that we bring Order.
Me and You
Stifled Sinex
sinex
sinisus
a sneeze
counts, he
chew
he chew
he
chew
fragility
exchanged Shoes
a Car Crash
The Arcturians
The Twenty First Year. Drugs. One a Month. Sometimes, twice a Month. Enjoying the sensations through the Pain. Blurry Lights. Large Pupils. Prominent Veins. Loose Nails. Dry Tongue. Arousal. Fear. Love.
“I prefer nothing, unless it is true.”
—
The Arcturians
In that tiny Moment, there is hope for the Future. Ask me how we can be so unaware of everyone else and still be doing it for them... I don't know.
The Arcturians
They can't handle the Music to my Ears. Freedom, in Chunks and in Circles and in Squares. I wear it, netted and sulky. Now each reflection is a bitter Tune of what might have been.