Sometimes you are blinded by the colour of my veins
because there is no shame in my nudity, it takes your vision
for a planetary trip. Painting one another in body and mind,
our noises and vision so solitary, so retrospective, so reactive,
it blew our covers into powder, our pillows bombarded with
exploding heads and our tails counting on tightly clasped afternoons.
The walls know our odour of mixed existence and the roof
has stopped our harmony from reaching the streets.
A cluster of notes that drips from each vibration is an experience
that inspires life, the birth of a belief.
1 comment:
What passion!! beautiful emotions weaved in a strange manner. I love it.
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