Eon curve

Your skin’s the most sublime form of poetry I’ve yet to master…
a thousand lifetimes shall I study.

Flor de azucar.

moforoot:

May I taste the spring between your

orchid?

A velvet petal kiss, a sweet molasses

twist.

Can you feel the Ionic column rise?

A powerful pulsing,

deep caressing glide.

These stones, hear them speak, 
They hold voices and ancient poems. 
In dreams they awake…
Through their faded columns, the sun makes her way home.

These stones, hear them speak,
They hold voices and ancient poems.
In dreams they awake…
Through their faded columns, the sun makes her way home.

Caffeine confessions.

The clouds within my inkwell turn,

a maelstrom grows, as my pages burn.

A poem can offer sweet release,

a warm escape till the storm winds

cease.

The calm within her valley.

moforoot:

Set free your shadow from the dark, the

midnight sun is rising.

The glow of dreams release at night,

your passion burns,

enticing.

Soft petals on your velvet bloom,

reveal a glistening surface drenched.

What dares to search it’s moistened

vale?, neath’ wandering fingers soaked,

lay palms entrenched.

A treasure mapped in crested thrusts, a

gentle self explorer.

A singular spelunker moves, a dance

within her flower.

Sueños en azul.

Feel the sting of s i l e n t voices,
hear them sing, lost songs of you.

Weary d r e a m e r s, we’re all flawed by design; let the sunlight in, and give sight to your mind.

S c u l p t a memory,
give life to wonders new;

remind t h e m o o n of all those nights, when you and her shined blue.

When the tides sing.

We write the verses that the stars have taught us,
for time is nothing but an oceans chorus…