After Reading Lorca: Unoi scrape for wordsAfter Reading Lorca: Uno by vykoth
like loose change,
but waxing full of love.
it adds up to exasperation.
my fingertips frail
like im drowning,
like skeleton finger satellites
reaching through the crusted void;
an eyeblink later
i push through the sandy surface
i am on the page
i am the whitespace and the margin
pushing against you
i am the fence, the tide
you cannot contain
you cannot describe
DrowningWith what chemical shall I continue to develop my mental photograph of you? Memory drives me on.Drowning by vykoth
I lingered in a dream long after the morning rays glimpsed through the shade on the bedroom window,
haunted by the woman with wheat colored hair,
haunted by her soft features and inviting mouth pitched open,
haunted by her scintillating face lying dormant,
her pale skin and the floating wispy edges of her bathing suit
some feet below seemed to beckon me, helpless to help her.
I lay face down under the surface of the water, she up toward me,
her chromatic shade smiling and possibly also sleeping
as the sunlight overhead drove us on to mutual freedom
and her body seemed to glisten.
I longed to touch her forbidden bluish lips with mine
just for an instant before waking,
but her anonymity and my shortness of breath prevented me,
plus confusion, not knowing what would happen
after I lost dream consciousness, and after all, what is
a memory of a dream?
Word Bank Contest: Two LoversI, so close to her cheek, could see the foundation powder she wore and smelled her fleeting fragrance. I breathed it in, euphoric, consuming her at once with all of my senses. Our hearts vibrated under the nuclear twilight, ultra-violet radiation screaming toward us in our last moments together. I pulled back, holding her shoulders desperately, sensing her confusion. She had no idea that our death was speeding toward us, supersonic. We had waited our whole lives for this moment. I had the impulse to kiss her. When we passed, our embrace would seem to last forever and our love would scatter back to the universe from where it came.Word Bank Contest: Two Lovers by vykoth
a quiet placei haven't written latelya quiet place by missingnumbers
, not because my head
is a quiet place
but because my thoughts
tangle up in each other
slip by faster than sound.
like meetings with old friends
laughter like static
even as lost years
stretch out between
each meeting of eyes
over drinks we haven't
and i excuse myself
, walk through the blue winds
as streetlights bleach the sky
and the drunkempty
pulls me along
; the grey blaze
of a silhouette
rattling the night.
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