Spoken in a whisper:
translucence of sky erupts
only when the sun pierces
this glassy-eyed visage.

Rainbow-filled echoes of forsaken goodbyes
rebound in bittersweet fractals against your full blossom lips,
growing in wild formations like crystals sped up to the speed of light.

Here,
I roam towards the epicenter of awareness
sleepwalking through an icy forest at night,
my lingering repose on the verge of breaking,
emerging like a dinosaur from the egg of faintly lingering memory.

Life was once like a moonlit kiss.
Life was once like a moonlit kiss.

Like excited conspirators,
we shared the twisting of our tongues
in the shimmering still of the night.

11/11/2016

Posted on 11/11/2016
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