Monday, October 15, 2012

comb

bella rouge. promise me. your purple bells. and melon scarf. yellow and gold. in a chromosphere. in a shadow stilt. in a ribbon swing. and a paradise maze. i slap my lips. and comb my hair. parallel logs. of identity whores. we steal. each other pulse. stencil tongue. of maps and globes. you trotter of dimes. your wind chant dance. bella rouge. give me your hand. for yours is the tongue i love.

who you are. and what you dream. and seek. and walk. and talk and crawl. no one knows. no one will. this cloak of sweat. of tears and salt. bespeak the melody of a thousand years. knock below. who talks? who hears? your unsung wish. your dream catcher moves. your ambition. dissolves, at times. creates, at times. when you lost god. and faith. and the religiosity of your childhood tentacles. forced on your imagery of logic. you cannot think. you cannot move. your reasons lie. bundled in breaks. you have failed. will fail again. will break again. will cry again. this cycle of songs. like your lunar blues. learn to nod. redeem the arm. and let's hug again. square zero, this time. building one. and two. and a million bricks. bella rouge. your fallen domes. will wake and smile. it won't be late. i swear.

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