poetic musings
i seek you with the fire of a thousand blazing suns
does the heart love itself?
shredded into blood clots
the combined smell of - burning stars, acid, lavender, deep-fried rats, paint, petrichor, heartbreak, leather, dried blood, macerated strawberries and everything that can kill
can i lick your mind?
who
where
why
1977 years ago, what was I?
the shape of your skull is an aphrodisiac
do my eyes spray blood when i look at people?
a freedom that only lasts as long as a breath that dies instantly (?)
i’d like to touch the flame of a candle with the tip of my tongue and detonate
every poem is a song not yet sung
within my body i hear the cries of a million crying angels whose wings have just been clipped
if i softly dug my teeth into your neck and tore off a wedge, would it taste like rose petals?
the magnificent instinctive purge
may my tears turn into edible diamonds i can swallow
why do my lungs burn? - because my heart exploded
the electric tragedy of the boy who vomited so much that love left his stomach and flowed like a river into a forest that disappears at dawn
when the heart cries, are the tears made of blood or salt?