Gabriela Marie Miltonさんのイラストまとめ

If only I could put my palm into yours for one single sunset when the autumn's fingers smell corn silk,
& the eyelids of the sea cast spells on the cheeks of the #star-s
When silences are white humongous winter breasts & blue roots cover the trail to the hills.

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The stairs toward the attic squeak under our steps, now we are there, fresh lips, bodies glowing under the moonlight. Coming from a #swan (‘) plumage a song invades my skin. The ghosts of the Crescent Park Looff Carousel go mad: “And I’ll dance with you in Vienna.”

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It's not love that we want
It's the resurrection of dead
The breaths the sea kills with her look
The hand & the sin we’ll never commit
We rented a room empty & cold
#Ugly & beautiful pile on each other
Coffee waits for the sunrise of us
& the future runs in the past

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insanity throws stones into a garbage can
exiled from the imagination of Seville
Don Juan lures empty frames inside a bar
your soul meanders among marble stars
flowers #atomize the heavy chains of hearts
poetry burns our lips

you & I
the only scavengers of night

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the flesh of shadows waltzes on the roof
a squeaky door stops wailing in the wind
imaginary fairies land onto your skin

my fingers knead desires in a dough
a button drops into a bewitched well

#flirtation
I bite my lips
I laugh
possibilities
range of poetry

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come
bring the sweetness of kisses stolen in dark alleys
the snow in ghastly cemeteries is too high
the gnostic knowledge of the ones who died
your poems breathing solitude & myrrh
the untranslated birth of shooting stars

I see the stars
& #nobody is here

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@bionicanadian My pleasure hon. Happiness and love

Oh, #lambent flame of the unknown. I wait until the night is born from the wounds of my feet & my bones crack with love. I stretch my body between heaven & the bloom of the olive trees.
Amor, a verse from your lips & I can die.

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M. expelled himself from himself to make room for me.
Neither of us #saw the bad omens.
We desperately wanted to love.
Yet there is no love that can fully satisfy us. The bed exhausts the passions of the flesh. The imagination takes care of the rest.

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Smell of pain killers & sedatives. I miss the glow of your face in the #candle-light, waltz tunes coiling around my senses, the sweetness of the nuditas virtualis.

I think Emma Bovary, the daydreamer, the nuditas criminalis par excellence.

Who are we to judge?
Who?

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