Days Of You: Part I - Sunday Best

Because of ABT

I don't even exist yet and
my knowledge of that sustains
me while the new day's dawn
blossoms downwards from the
Sun like upside-down purple
orchids from rich dark soils.

The fuschia sky's spoils enrich
the vacancy left by years of
life not lived while I drive home
so so alone. Almost to home,
my throne, this wavering soul,
I'm betting that her touch is
measured in voltage, her skin
scolding, her hold holding hard
on empty man-dreams now of
fulfillment filling the filament
like cement drips methodically
into fresh scraped Earth.

My birth no longer measured
by exit from womb, my birth
now measured from lover's
lullabies looming lovingly
round fractured heart
shattered with own life
used as mallet. Her eyes
painted from palette gods
use to paint inspiration on
muses who then use this
to whisper whimsical go-and-do's
to warriors and willow trees.

This heart it raptures with
resounding resonance, her
presence felt always from
blue tomorrows to purple Sundays.
"Always dances now"
should be my advertisement
of self, screamed out into the
hollowness of cruel world that
lives without this angelic present
of her presence felt.

Author's Note

"Always dances now" was supposed to be italicised but my computer is gay(not that there's anything wrong with that)

Reviews

[Nik Dendera]

"lover's lullabies looming lovingly" took me three attempts to say that out loud...

Beautifully articulate despite not following the pretentious route. "Blue tomorrows to purple Sundays" is a really nice line; I like the use of colours to add depth. Also gives it some wicked images.

Really nice piece, enjoyed that one!

[Alice]

*dissolves
*evaporates
*creates explosive new state of matter because existing ones are not enough and becomes it
*loves you so much bones appear to suddenly be good conductors of electricity
*marvels at your sheer beautifuluglyperfect genius
*closes eyes and deeply inhales the overwhelming fact that it is inspired by me
*loves you so much heart swells until to thank you from the bottom of it is to thank you from countless fathoms deep though I guess you know that as you're exploding in place inside of it
*decides to stop indulging in asteriscs now.
Bye.