So

Discordful characters, scribbled, originating
From black sands of volcanic beaches, inscribed on mulberry paper,
Float and flit in rippling flagellation
Towards a resting codex,
Sequestered inside a villa.

Vanishing into smoky shadowy vestiges
Rematerialising into digitised pixels,
Vibrantly shimmering in iceberg hues
Turning into undetermined fillers
While hiding their life’s secrets
While dangling rues;

Tidbits of information
Hanging over the face of a cliff.

Where bunnies whiff
The faintest hint of vanilla honey lemons.


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Rosette

In canteen getaways over howling mutches
Instantiated obsidian panthers of slick sheens
Ilked in rosette like abstractions of iridescent pinks,
Instigated reveries confound refuted mythologies.
Inside ignorances protesting indignances
Of memoirs trickling, neatly held
Obscurities absolve insistent falls,
As they are named:
Unique.


Green

Flora and fauna waver inside of green bamboo
Liturgies, dwindling by the numbers in stinted
Abnormalities; a deft escapade into a cave womb.

Legions, in weaves, gather at the sun’s dragging eve.
Materialized celestial bodies, decked out in regalia,
Taunt at those taut covered lids, fabricating the inert.

Reactive stimuli, benign, latent, a recompensed spree;
Spuriously preferred folds shaped inside the imperious.

That it Would Never Be

Cotton puffs softly blended in
Salmons, greys, and whites
Sprawl across blue-orange skies.
Heavenly bodies impartial
To incandescent spectral lights
Reflect love’s wishes,
Regardless.

Retracting conjured forms
Beamed in conversing flows
Within whorls of shared spaces
Banished
To would-never-be realities

Tell me,
Does love get easier over time