A Trade Unspoken
This pulse, embracing,
our wet fiasco scathing
this chance, us within.
See Mine Love Take Off.
She would’ve died for my sins,
She would’ve married in bins
through pledge – a kings pun.
For we once spilled the spell and won,
we sailed with squashed, steamed limbs.
Through the prickly heat of the valley,
our visions leaned on the salty seas,
where the enclosing mist curls like a fist.
I Breathe, I Breathe…
My bent hand waves the flow of her hair,
the long, stringy braids drape over
her breast. Intoxicated
echo chamber of care.
Every blemish on her face even with glare,
the elastic nose pierces through the casts
they built and orbit
fears of nothing.
void affair
The face
bare.
Compulsion
The pierced reminder
gushes blood like flies in rain;
The perfect stranger.
What we need
The first taste rips the dull aching pain.
To reveal only dodges potential to reign.
In the Spaniard caves, men constrain
Down the lake you slowly shed bone.
Your salty watered eyes reflect a tone
Down the Mexican waters near León
You orbit around the valley’s mountains
If that’s what you need, I’ll be the closest
One there: what the gospel spoke to me.
You are filled with inquiries that pertain
Your femininity and appearance on a train,
Making them all uncomfortable in their lane.
Our clothes has been dreamt to be sown,
until the road groans. If then — we all become grown,
and our search ended in love, would you be alone? .
Nine invocations
I am an ocean with five borders,
Cannibal for the two, in order.
A bird sees excursion — explorer.
I’ve drunk the blood dripping off the tree
I’m a string hung up to god’s degree
This flight’s a trip: a snake for two fee.
We sipped and eaten not to cleanse it.
Our struck, rippling pulse gets hit.
Traveling the boat of no exit.