a small token of kindness
the tiny granules of the sky stuck in the sun, peppered kisses and silent ferns; cordial drinks of the numbing nemesis, ticklish hold of the rainbow-like abyss. seals of garnet springs, pebbles of the ocean's mist; drunken lilacs, lavender winds, plummeting clouds and cherry ink.
kisses of tears, buried sapphires and bones of the heart; flesh as raw as the sunset, suffering paints and hidden ganges. chirping fantasies, dead children; alive alleys and vintage frost. the moon stripped from the darkness, carried in the valves of a pumping spirit; pots of palms and eyes of ebullient epidotes.
the veins of the tingling feet, giggles of the cold wind; strokes of sand over damp cheeks, grazes of calloused fingers like ginger tea. comfort in a foreign realm; the hills of memories, the ones lost to words. mindful arguments, annotations of donated pieces; what we love, we live in it. what are souls but wild things that appreciate not their iron crescents?
mosaic metamorphosis, a breath of transparency; fibbed thirsty veins and a formal lemon drink. ghosted feelings, trembling tongue; soaring revenges, executed love. blood like tsunami, deep and desiring; heart a peacock, flower stone canvas.
one glance in the eyes of the predator, the earth is but a thousand year old rock. destruction births not from it but from the one of life, the one of branches, the silver knights. repeated cremations, fire is home; death a neighbour. like the sun and the moon, fire and cold come from within, not from around, life too an ocean, both the giver and the beggar, a dreary dream.
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