We smell of earth together,
Swathed in sweat and my screams.
We smell like the fresh scent of dew on grass,
A heady mix of sweet must and elusive rains.
We also swim in mists together,
We float, suspended in thick droplets of time.
We shine with energy like our souls were on fire.
We're like the ancient shaman smoke together,
Stolen from the holy saints' pyre...
We're in an alternate dimension together, a betrayal of time,
A betrayal of the calendar...
The green of our eyes embrace and make embers together,
.. (The fireworks of our mind)..
We soak in each others bodies,
While we play soul architects with each other...
We renaissance together,
We jade together,
In allusions, In silences, In sighs, In rhythms;
We dabble in our secrets together...
I'm scared now,
Maybe we should kill each other.
3 comments:
the end clinches it...
beautiful is the word.
and yes,has this Armageddon-ish feeling...
like everything will end and we shall be born again...to start afresh.
something that will make phoenixes out of all of us!
i speak shit.
Im scared too.
Maybe we should kill each other.
Now that is amazing!
It feels better to know others share this much of detail.
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