Sycamores
Unfurling wind turns to breeze as it comes down on the land and caresses the grass. Hovering sycamores, ghosts scattered along the horizon. Yet, the sun.
Count to three and close your eyes. Mime a tree and walk in lines.
A gentle blow through armour of leaves, sparkling tinkle, organic bells. Never was the sky bigger, triangles of blue light amidst secretive greens, the forbidden property of murderous caterpillars, chlorophyllous womb for skeletal spiders. Urge to live.
Cross your heart, skip aside, turn around, make a wish, take a run, be the first, touch the tree.
A rustle in the grass comes to us in a line, quiet undertow, reaches us like a drug flowing in our veins, soft orgasm of the innocents. Earth lulls disassembled body in the timeless doze of sunbeams. Fresh lips longing for moist skin, never daring.
Prance around, cross your feet, cross the line, something terrible may happen.
Faraway silhouetted man on a bicycle, steady like a plane high up in the sky, second hand on a tranquil watch, so soon out of sight, too far to be heard in the silent thunder of immensity. Lay back, shed a tear to run down into your hair, fluid diamond on flesh, running down to the dirt, eyes gazing intently in the vagueness of a boundless space, wanting more.
Flip around, close your eyes, run ahead, prance around, come to me, walk in lines, sycamores, come to me, take my hand, skeletal spiders, shed a tear, sycamores, cry for more, lips on skin, truth or dare, organic bells, immensity, cry for more, flip around, say the words, I want you, urge to live, urge to you, chlorophyllous womb, tranquil watch, I want you, boundless space, ghosts along the horizon, cry for more, second hand, unfurling, diamond on flesh, armour of leaves, make a wish, something terrible may happen, I want you, unison, immensity, unison, touch the tree, undertow, lay back.
Disassembled body in the timeless doze of sunbeams, trembling limbs exude the sugary sweat of satisfactory guilt. Never was the sky bigger.
Yes, the sun.
Count to three and close your eyes. Mime a tree and walk in lines.
A gentle blow through armour of leaves, sparkling tinkle, organic bells. Never was the sky bigger, triangles of blue light amidst secretive greens, the forbidden property of murderous caterpillars, chlorophyllous womb for skeletal spiders. Urge to live.
Cross your heart, skip aside, turn around, make a wish, take a run, be the first, touch the tree.
A rustle in the grass comes to us in a line, quiet undertow, reaches us like a drug flowing in our veins, soft orgasm of the innocents. Earth lulls disassembled body in the timeless doze of sunbeams. Fresh lips longing for moist skin, never daring.
Prance around, cross your feet, cross the line, something terrible may happen.
Faraway silhouetted man on a bicycle, steady like a plane high up in the sky, second hand on a tranquil watch, so soon out of sight, too far to be heard in the silent thunder of immensity. Lay back, shed a tear to run down into your hair, fluid diamond on flesh, running down to the dirt, eyes gazing intently in the vagueness of a boundless space, wanting more.
Flip around, close your eyes, run ahead, prance around, come to me, walk in lines, sycamores, come to me, take my hand, skeletal spiders, shed a tear, sycamores, cry for more, lips on skin, truth or dare, organic bells, immensity, cry for more, flip around, say the words, I want you, urge to live, urge to you, chlorophyllous womb, tranquil watch, I want you, boundless space, ghosts along the horizon, cry for more, second hand, unfurling, diamond on flesh, armour of leaves, make a wish, something terrible may happen, I want you, unison, immensity, unison, touch the tree, undertow, lay back.
Disassembled body in the timeless doze of sunbeams, trembling limbs exude the sugary sweat of satisfactory guilt. Never was the sky bigger.
Yes, the sun.
posted by MrT at 04:45
2 Comments:
Thanks for the comment, and yes, you can link me. I'll link you as well, if you have no objections. I like this post, by the way.
I just used that "yet" to turn from the dark mood of the first phrase, to the quieter atmosphere that follows, from the threatening horizon to the quiet bioligicaly self justified blablabla, and of course it was as much an on the go beginning as it is an on the go answer to your nice comment, do not resent me if I give it up all together.
Insomniacly yours,
MrT
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