Run your fingertips along twitching, non-static lines
that snap! at every wrong flinch and leave ash to mark of her rage.
Allow her to comfort you, when there are only outlines of the dust in an hourglass,
disintegrating as they are suffocating and sliding below in a fluid taunt.
Tame his heart all night, if you hold the resolve to match it.
Bright with energy, drawing our deepest pleas from any vein strong enough to siphon it,
reaching hues and evolutions we never prophesized but now observe and wish to simplify -
into words which cannot handle a certainty nor theory of their own
Since when have they become so obsolete?
Eat it, if you wish to care
but do not let it devour you, and your feral instinct for wind.
Follow the echo of a smile (that guides the beasts), and the bats
that lead the wing beats clipping your ear as they head for nascent rapture–
visibly absent and in need of breath, to defile the air so it can be made ethereal again.
Seal the wraith, in strokes firm and wide with watercolor tears,
minus the oxygen and hydrogen,
divided by zero,
and the expectation of friction.
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I'd like to hear everyone's interpretation and opinions, if they will grace me with their thoughts ^_^
