harbinger of crude ills & broken fixations, harbinger of illicit circumstance & indoctrinated pleas, what is a goodbye but a split / brutalized / gutted pomegranate hidden under open sky? mensajero de mi alma, i can trace Blaschko's Lines across his hands but never be home for the baby's breath held in the palm of his hands. chiffon, lace, velvet, tulle, silk permeates rigor mortis suffocating her body & dreaming he will hold her for eternity makes my bones ache heavier than the anchor stagnant in rogue waves. riparian i imagine you, harbinger, presagio, mi último refugio, combing my hair as you tell me to let go of spider webbed memories & coastal dreams dashed in waters gone gray.
harbinger, come!
harbinger, stay!
harbinger, how has heartbreak made me forget there will be other days?
i don't want him to hold me anymore, don't need him to hold my tears in the lake of his mouth, don't need pulverized & smeared pomegranate seeds staining my mouth "goodbye never gone through." but does that mean acknowledging he will hold another? mensajero de la luna, why won't love be a bounty as undiscovered as the sea?
corazón salvaje, corazón humano, messanger of time
harbinger of entrails & crusted blood
harbinger of desecration in
a lover's saintly mouth
harbinger
what is Love but a confection eaten too early / enjoyed too late / under an ordinary sky of twinkling starlight?
harbinger? - O, harbinger!
tell him i'm ready to let go
Fin.
For kryptoning Kallibmatic HYUNGWOES meandegreen vangohs OVERRIPENED and h0neygrey among manner other brilliant people that I will thank in later works for being inspirations, friends, and magical in every way possible.
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