iris rainbows

perhaps if i chase your shadows, i will be close to god,

little one..

or if i pine in the warm bloods of your voice...

i trace the veins of your callous palms 

to the lighthouses of your heart..

your hands hold my chin

and i look into those iris rainbows..

perhaps i would be one of its colors..

or the butterness of your being 

melting in the sunshine of your love

my balloon of existence bloats, 

every pattern on its rubber walls distorting the geometrical correctnesses

reeling with the burden of silky love

perhaps i will be lost in those jungles of deep black hair

 where no road would take me to a world conquest..

but, who wants the world, dear

when you are nearby 

we have not forgotten alexanders outstretched hands

nor napoleons unmarked grave 

who wants the world ,dear

 when you are nearby..

when it is raining in summer 

and when your eyes are showing me those iris rainbows so innocently..

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

exqusite exotic brocade of captivating words strung together in visual dynamics that leave me breathless with appreciation for such a unique and enthraling poetic creation~

i trace the veins of your callous palms
to the lighthouses of your heart..


brilliant~

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. beautiful ... and true that! ... it's exactly the way you say it is ... through this last year in particular ... i've had these spells of wanting this or that ... trying hard to have tangible motives of existence ... only to discover and rediscover ... that the heart only seeks warmth and soulful beauty ... but i couldn't dream of getting it so right ... like you do with your stunning words ...