Hovering

Saw you bathing in the dim light. 

Stood there all night, just to catch my breath. 

I remember the days, where together we drew circles 

along the freshly traced ashes of the palm tree.  

Could there be a reason... would it be enough? 

In my head, I'm wandering around bleak spaces. 

I come across slick traces. 

Spinning around the fizzy vapor of your smile, 

just to catch a fleeting storm of life 

Could there be love... would it be enough? 

Original artwork: "numb...", by LostOneself

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Love and exhale

Whenever i bleed inside a dream's sleek thorn, 

i tend to live somehow 

Night disappears in the blink of an eye... 

Streams of cursed souls adjust and abide 

as an echo of my youth lingers afar... 

Only to be  excreted from life's tail bone,  

as the dying fiber of a long lost love. 

Happy, they say you are, when you cease to breathe... 

Still, until I draw my last breath... 

i plan to scorch and fester inside  

every suffocating inch of exhalation 

that you took when you died in my arms tonight.

Courtesy of ©nikgml

Original artwork, courtesy of Johanna Knauer/Kunstfotografie

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