stitching seams
to second skin inside split screen visions
curves like architecture coming undone
where visions expand to softer places
inside a sky of insomnia
a fine line of calm [mayhem]
inserting my mistakes beside you
with back bone analogy scripted from a dream
a parenthesis of friendship anxiously watching
burning behind religion
as laughter peels back a smile
the clouds made confessions to me as morning opened
aching inside poetic words
whispering “let me breathe your beauty”
as they slowly drown in a caress of daylight
the sky meets color from the rising sun
you could say
I live in your curves - move with your lines
like a song in my head fumbling with consciousness
conducted chords folded into tears mixed with memories
trying to describe you as I digest dimensions
an extra piece of thought -chewed on
bent on blue as steam rises with white noises
forever falling like Autumn leaves
flooding senses behind drawn curtains of Act I
the shape of your love consumes me unleashed like fury
burning me from the inside out
in the space between
unheard whispers
and conceptions of love ~
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
I wish I had complex thoughts.
