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my hurricane heart
does not care,
what it devastates,
when hunger hurts,
when need claws,
when breath labors,
it swirls and swells,
telling and transparent,
pushy and persistent,
as it recreates, soulfully slides,
to the phantom sizzle of
a remembered touch
life slips by and by
ferrying time and trauma
of illness and of healing,
of birth and rebirth,
my bones in the hourglass
of this depleting flesh and bones,
wait, a persevering witness,
ready to flow as freely as
octave shaves of sand,
when time finally deigns
to make me his
dear heart,
your shrieking midnight lamppost's
whispers rage, threatening to shatter me,
I beseech you, let the winds of penance,
bathed in blushed serenity
of the tender and new heal us,
no more talking,
you are mine and we will be fine,
with more than love,
a repenting mind
in a cave of trees
holding mine and yours
are buried whiskey secrets
of bared souls,
blemished hearts,
raw untamed
rivers of deviant desires,
waiting, hunting, for the
right time to permeate
my complacent, deceptive
sense of blurred confidence
#FromOneLine 158 #moonmystic
moments we almost had
now wait to rendezvous
with me in my dreams,
while I long to live
lasting moments
with the ones that
create my reality
Art - Muhammed Salah
this Aries full moon,
dared me to,
purge stagnant plateaus,
seeding new anchors of action
#15wordpoet #moon
Art by Holga Jen
the fireball caught her unawares
slow burning, spreading all over
it was an arson of her own making
she welcomed it, she needed it,
she coaxed it to blaze in its full glory
burning any debris of hopelessness
leaving in her profuse space for
nothing but sparks of creation anew
the fire
breathing
between us
keeps
you for me
you with me
you in me
you and me
A L I V E
Art - Elina Pai