~philosophy and crayons

You bathed me in incandescent moon

 whispering ancient angelic words along my spine

we started with such heartbreaking innocence

 who knew the strength of such a thing

 

We are waterlilies and sky.. 

 asphalt and road burn and sunsets melting

starbursts dripping from the skies bursting within our quiet

 

Soft lust filling me.. sating us both

 

We drink from one another like Holy water…

    dousing flames of what was while easing us into a confident Now

We walk with one wing around each other through the thunderbolts

  soft touch of your fingertips in the sunlight

 

when I am uncertain, it is your fingerprints pressed into mine that ease me

 

Delectable blood orange soda in a wine bottle

  Muscadines and cranberry muffins are our feast in the woods

Scallops and crème Brule in the city

     room service and late night buffets from time to time

served in beds of linen with downy pillows…  

those are moments and memories

    we carved out and loved into being…

 

 

We are orphans creating our own family

held to together by both pathologies shared, and love with no frills

   sometimes I want to run away and be feral and free

talk about the meaning of death and sex and physics

   you are watching zombies and thinking in Crayola colors

broken angels

      not a damn thing wrong with us..

 

Wouldn’t it be nice if everyone had to have such courage?

 

I whisper down your spine

    I love you…  half asleep within internal twilight

You mention something about the cost of raising chickens

 

I see a new vision…  

   perhaps this one will take wings and fly…

 

 

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