disinfected


i turn to watch the sundown
and in a split-second
everything goes dark
and frostworn, empty shivers in answer to the winter storms
to yield love and glean fate
from ethers dissonant with
the awful hum of stillness
i’d imagined in only so many ways
how the world would disappear
before my very liquored tranquil state of perception

pillow-fragile and bleary-eyed
i stumble o’er horizons
on my way to akira’s porcelain touch
another face scratched with deep cuts into this sculpted bust
marked with a quintessential blush
moulding with her next-of-skin
a touch is little more than empty, i suppose
all the living soul has died out of this
sheath
spun around in dark circles and
solitary discourse
speak softly my muse my statue
for anything louder than a hush
could rouse me from these twilight daydreams
oh do mouth slowly the unfathomable
do query what you dare not deny
do delve what cannot be understood
shed a sliver of light on my secret
while my profound, unappeased demons tousle the silken earth
asleep in perpetual toss-and-turn
so very beautiful
just the way they are
prevalent, ignoble, vast-highway-wasteland dwellers with sleek tails and...
so voluptuous

akira my love...akira my sweet
come to my heart so i may kiss thy feet
no more heartache...no more affliction...no more despair
cleansed and pure...staid and demure...so lovely and fair




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