Words We Cannot Speak

Tonight and other hateful delights

Hollow blissfulness,
Receive me with the delight
Of a golden evening
Or the embrace of otherworldly voices tangibly living.
Dancing on the prospect of tomorrow;
Hand in hand, bodies loose of limbs
But moving with the certainty of affection.
Lightning, flash of electricity and i blink through the current
But the rain is so vivid,
Every teardrop is filled with its own spectrum,
And the world is flooding with the endlessness of possibilities.
Dance with me in the rain.
The all consuming light is as muted as my feelings
And the storm hangs in the balance of morality.
Thunder: claps of the universe applauding humanity for today's act
And flowers are poured over my soul in congratulations of getting through another earth defying moment.
Maybe the rain has to be tipped in order to cleanse the world of the recently ultraviolet days.
Splitting infinities like i hold quantum physics in my honest palms,
And everything is on full volume
(i can hear my eyelashes intertwining when i blink)
As though an amplifier is increasing an already deafening calm.
But i want to see the colours of tonight disperse within my emotions or functioning heart.
Stillness is faster than movement
And i am just being;
Chest rising, eyelids closing, blood pumping, teeth grinding.
Receive me with the adoration of hateful delight.
-by holly boyd