Metamorphosing To The Tune Of Reassembled Rapture~

~a reincarnation puzzle~

The dreamscape

fragrance, like lavender

sounds, violins weeping

man in a dusty suit

a green leaf

a tiny egg

his fingertip, a scar

scoops up a pearl shell

membrane dew on his tongue

sun drop

attaches

silk against his vocal chords

 

There are no days here

there just is

where flowers do not know they are not supposed to dance

and fill the meadow with rapturous  waltz

where the Blue Danube curls over her banks

to pleat her curves with cherry blossoms

deep curtsy in indigo

before an uprooting tree

his branches around her liquid waist

a wild crow playing his fiddle

to the purr of a transparent cat with a lace collar and a wicked grin

 

The man's suit turns from dust

to sensible cotton

his pupils from round, dilated darkness, slit into gold rapture

irises pigmented with evergreen scales

the cocoon in his throat a tickle

now and then

his fingers play the skin beneath his jaw

open a window in a hollow

inside, a cream silk in the shape of eternity

gently pulsing

in rhythm

with the cobalt carotid pushing his blood through

into possibilities

 

There are no nights here

just an ever fluid movement

across piano keys

deep heels in warm mud

girls with tilted eyes playing toss with a sphere

drops of ocean

pine needles in moss green

bioluminescent glitter in their pores

on a see saw made of light

up

down

tossing metaphors like candy

linear theology an inverted rhythm in their marrow

they draw formulae through the air squared with moon beams

powered to the infinite scale

ice cream pink

down their chin

for hummingbirds

honey bees

a kiss

 

The man walks the miles

that are not miles

but just are

a song in his throat

his throat a cocoon

inside the white silk a girl reassembling puzzle pieces

flexing her spine

her mind feeding his rapture

his rapture

her metamorphosis

 

The miracle is in the making

the man once made of dust has become shiny malleable liquid metal

the girl, once upon a time,  scattered pieces through countless bodies

is rediscovering her parts one by one

in a rib

in a smile

in a rose

in a flame. . . .

 

Can you guess what will happen when she is complete

can you guess what will happen when his rapture opens the cocoon . . . .

 

They don't ask

they were made faceted in other~wise

knowing

the answer

is the question

and the question

the song. . . .

 

 

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[.]

"is rediscovering her parts one by one
in a rib
in a smile
in a rose
in a flame. . . ."
!oh my genius--i always snatch connections to you-
every time i read a piece of your work goddess...
(that spell-that spell-that voodoo of you sugar ! ;)

beautiful :)

[MuSe Ampoule]

Amazing, amazing and yet it doesn't seem sufficient. The exquisite beauty of this is indeed rapturous and the images are enveloping. From seemingly delicate realism to striking surrealism creates the song of souls.

Excellent write...brilliant!

[Robin]

what a beautiful song it is ~ soul stirring lines that dance through my imagination ~

[Michael X]

dreamscapes and artistry, I love the way your words flow so
inventively divine:) the imagery is blush and in full color, blooming,
purely inspired:)