Moon behind house
-Sunbleached-Rain grooved-
Salt air soft, spirit vapor
Burning brushes hued in hours ripening, sweetening skin savors the splice
-Flesh-Eyes-Hands-Heights
Cackling feathered glares
Hungering, they hover in drafts that give dance to stars
Mercury instability frosts dunes, violets my lips
Diving, reaching for a horizon
-Film exposure-
Sun unset before me, my body burns as a liquid nitrogen transport
Fingerprint Rorschach, kaleidoscope font I write,
‘Will you never spoon me? Breath tangled in my hair?’
I do better to wrap myself within sleep
Stealing warmth from incandescence exploding
Reaching a fever in subzero pleasure
-Numb lust-Moans-Blinding love-
Devouring bones of tales I’ve gnawed upon time over soul
Dreaming widths of fearless words
-Free radicals are we-
Bones through skin, moonlight through stained glass
Winter romances haunted gardens,
Statues of thoughts you canvas for life
Your soulprints, still and blue
-Deprived-
A dormant life support system
Determined pollen and spores, thrashing in machine gun gales
Embedding in my gray
-Fossilized runes-
The myth of you
The truth in me
E.A. O'Connell
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