Translucent at places.
The rainbow floating up its bottleneck
trembles with the lamp of thousand flames.
Stories you have wept with me, mountains we have broken together.
Yet fluid and fast, it spreads like the Nile.
One solitary life is never enough to make its corner still.
It flows down your virgin throat,
revisiting what was left of our hammered evenings together.
1 comment:
liquid love- so damn true. beautifully portrayed :D.
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