From Beginning to Lust

The canyon spoke dimensionally

We hovered over warm flaws,

Ate miles of dust in the daylight 

Overseeing in

Resident tyranny-

We collected shipwrecks

Spinning as we thought ourselves special

Though we no longer imagined

 

We belonged to suns in tell-tell originalities

So it is on the open sea

From beginning to lust

We lived here

Placed as slaves on the tip of thimble gnats

 

We dreamed ourselves

Pulsating electrical fires

And I can remember the frequencies when once

We walked determined as lightning to ground

Marking the days to our destiny

Lighter than vines of  air or

A doubt in your smile of wound

 

We made fools in the sand and merciful

Sloth of bombshell strands

Soon enough becoming the cyclopse “us”

 

I need not relay that

Swift days turn to dry ice-

A specter of wanting where our passion

Lies in the tangled grass

Deceived,

Strung out on reedy now-isms

Blue veined 

With the breath of apple-cancer 

And the shadows pulled

 

Though these subtleties are not our friends

We eat our lots incensed

Chewing lightly on the scabs of our tongue

And again the

Summer is ruptured

Rain patterned

Again we sing birth to young cancerous bones

Whiskey and green pastures of teeth

Prisoners

Lamented into hope

My homebound love on pages pressed

My body bleakly respondent

As here she whispers:

 

This life is our final words;

Your mirrored reflection

An infinite finite over a

Keeper’s watch

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

The extent of what lifts us into transcendental stitches between time leads us to where...
So wonderfully your Soul flows across the white Canvas of Now. I absolutely Love it.

[Perdition]

Okay..breathe now..for the love of GOD..breathe!!..lol

[Perdition]

And Wow..thanks~...gotta go back and re-read all your reviews..Phew~