There's a shift in the mist, eclipsed in fog and fade...

Lift your chin higher tomorrow. Your brain isn't as heavy as your mind thinks.

...bring me home to my breath.
Let us echo together
across the windswept landscape
of direction until we reunion
in a rib cage of woven expression
and neck tickling touch. Impress
the shape of my words into print,
singing a lullaby of whole
filling inception that hints
of the tongue stopping vortex
of promises kept.

What is it about a poet that caresses our curves in such a way that creates an ache for more?

Those revelations tumble from soft lips, living a lifetime in quick wisps, almost grasped, like a laugh that babbles an imprint into memory, teasing the base of your brain.

"Love is composed of a single frequency inhabiting the Universe."

Purrrrrrrr

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Twinkle twinkle

Under the blanket of the illusion of time, the linear mind sighs with passing prime and fazed complacent acceptance of turbulent stillness from that bottleneck of the outside in and the inside out. How quickly the daze goes when a minute becomes a day, and Soon sees years pass before giving way to completions, if not just fading away into almost ( Read more... )

"I miss you" his mind softly whispered to the still, quiet, dark ( Read more... )

look past youself

within the sounds of silence are temples of unknown