I follow your cross expression
To its transmutable keep.
The gold flecks in your eyes
Fizzling like forgotten constellations.
We our old and contemptuous
Living cock over fist
In search of a more amorous feint.
Does your heart burn blue or orange?
–
I follow the miner, song sinking
Beneath the earth’s fleshless folds.
I waver and whoop in the covenant
Of this truncated garden, a mind
That will neither give nor spare
Its sole tenet the benefit of sentience.
My doubts forming an ocean
Into which I am dutifully extinguished.
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Test over, brain dead.
mindlovemisery 
the heart burns a tint of violet
as song wills to reclaim
that bit of rainbow lost
beneath the earth’s fleshless folds.
How beautiful is this! Thank you =)
Loving that question right now, “Does your heart burn blue or orange?” Sometimes it burns each and every color, individually. Other times, it burns a colorless chasm.
colorless chasm love that Jenny!
Thanks! 🙂
Wow you amaze me.
Awww thank you, the feeling is mutual!
Oooh, a “mutual”–that adds to my day wonderfully–thanks!
“Living cock over fist” You have got a way with words. 🙂
Greetings from London.
thank you =)
star-crossed
she
was
quite
old
when
she
crossed
the
ocean
for
the
second
time
her
expression
was
one
of
peaceful
contemplation
and
her
heart
was
filled
with
dreams
she
was
searching
for
a
miner
she
had
loved
long
ago
and
she
would
give
anything
just
to
see
him
again
she
touched
the
gold
locket
he
had
fastened
around
her
neck
when
she
was
young
and
beautiful
she
told
him
she
would
keep
it
forever
and
he
said
that
he
would
live
each
day
waiting
for
her
return
as
the
jet
sped
through
the
clouds
she
wiped
at
her
eyes
with
a
bit
of
soft
lace
she
could
hardly
wait
to
fall
into
his
arms
and
finally
be
home
What a beautiful tale, I hope they are united again!
I’m sure they are for whatever time they have left…that will be the time they remember forever.