Bury me,
in his hazel eyes, an
imprisonment of a tempered moon,
lying to the
absence of night. we subdue
beneath stucco pillars of ash-destiny.
Strength that
is so tenderly received.
gasping for sunrise… now breathe.
Smother the sorrow
of sadness that left me clinging
to the crushing palpations of tomorrow.
Unzip
my skin, like a
crimson soaked corset,
deluge
the weaving of
paradisiacal dreams.
Blanket the tranquility
of ivory tendons, manipulating
the pulse of my weeping finger-tips.
Immersing my tears within the ossuary of despondency.
Preserve me,
in your silk of enchanting rapture. sear
our prayers within the swell of split-taste waters.
Cells will cower
impulsively, oxidizing
laughter along the river of a vital spirit.
I am healed…and
tomorrow beholds beauty,
thread with the precious-ness of mortality.
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