My soul is a mirage, floating in a blurred place, mirror image reflective, reflecting a blessed resting space. Your smiling face, wondering if you’re real, whether your words are trans: ported, posed, lated, to my fate. Our collated states, transmitting empty crates, restless dates. Transit.
Breaking away from traditional aims, each day a fictional game is staged. A different sort of exposure, inextricably the same kind of pain, claiming closure in amalgamated planes, unpainting stains, you return to me changed each time I say your name again. Maimed memories. Frozen, stilled in a frame while his presence, very essence: a fleet of pointing vanes, craving every pulse tingling, pulsating vein.
Broken meanders, I surrender. His double helix shelters, protects, we land there. His petals are pearls, twin peaks seeking freedom from belief, it’s no fairytale thing he thinks, once upon a rhyme is not for him, but I’m here. Waiting. Fixated. Elated. Pupils dilated… You’ll mark easy, imagining skin, flesh light, breezy, kisses simpled by ink. Sampled within, floating, cursive, tattoo me with your breathing. Breathe in. Let me feel in, this feeling, stealing, sealing god willings. Your truths belonging to me secretly, obediently, deviantly, you lean into me.
It starts, and ends, with you.
how the ether speaks 
Interesting the way words pulsate.
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Like a heartbeat I hope?
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nice..i like the energy in this…that really has a fast pace and very cool images as well…love the double helix shelters esp.
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Interesting…
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In a good way…?
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Interesting… Interesting play of words..
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Really interesting narrative poem. I enjoyed all the plays on words…the whole “trans…” scenario and how you’ve written it in the second person. Quite clever.
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Thank you so much for your words and for liking this piece, it’s taken another bite out of my soul to write this. Soon, there will be nothing left…
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nice…my fav line toward the end is …your truths belong to me secretly….cool line that…and there is a nice pacing and internal beat to this….
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U’d be surprised at how much more is left… I do like your unique style…and you capture the reader immediately with that first stanza.
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Thank you as always for your comments : )
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