You buzzingly crawl into the
honey hearth of the deepest beat of her heart,
gently awakening a heated rhythm of joy: skipping and flipping
throughout the winter
cold traces left frozen over in her deepest orifices.
She is like a cautious stretching lily inching to be nearer to the
sun’s golden orbit of warmth.
You bring her to life for a moment yet your purpose is to sleep for all time.
Night becomes day faster than a hummingbird’s wing buzzes a beat when we are together:
Time has no meaning
At daybreak, those burning moments come to pass so quickly, like a flame that catches the flirting blow of wind in the dead of the night.
And she wants more, she desperately wants you to give her every heated second of your infinite paradise ignite.
Instead you extinguish, hastily blinking away,
when your eyes have
grown tired, overwhelmed with
admiring from a composed distance,
the gentle glowing blush of her flesh;
resisting the essence of freedom you feel from being absorbed in the presence of her timeless beauty,
There are other things more pressing, matters to tend to,
And you don’t know, you never even know:
how an intense, sharp pain of hunger for the drizzling rain, actually
feels to this lily, beaten parched.
That charm and witty smile come
so naturally to you too- how on
earth could you be held
purposefully responsible for
creating a brick of waiting and
longing in the pit of her stomach, when
you go away?
Your high escape moves are swift as a cat: sleeping away the sunrise that licks her eyelids silver lined,
quietly sneaking away
before daylight breaks the bed and shakes her love drunk resting head.
So she trembles, from waking, once again.
She is a display for all of the art made, carries it in the
ghostly negatives too: posing positions shared in an
hourglass rush of fleeting time
gone to pass.
In her cold dehydrated solitude, she broods over a stabbing album of back flipping memories to browse:
created from touches of magic,
stored deeply in her skin,
captured in painstakingly unforgettable detail, like
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