🌠𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫
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Last night, a star fell as the moon rose 🌠
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If the darkness initiates the thrill to feel the end to autumn's breeze, shea butter laced with purple haze trees, hypnotic daze branding carpet-burnt knees, then allow our tongues to dribble lamentations, trickle upon timid lips, swallow lime’s salty brim_
as dream invocations bargains with concoctions, distilling dripped lingo tripped wire emotion, slipping down pure chopped lines of devotion while tequila chimes awaken lucid rhymes_
bleeding out ballads from a dying moon; drunken words gurgled by a lovesick loon, lost inside the confines of a chilled mythical night, closing off worlds between warm lyrical thighs as penetrative eyes bend the will to slide in, peaking a sacrificial clockwork spin, spilling seeds sifting satin skin, but I must set to drift away before a new day begins.
Walata M.
Artwork Source - Flickr ~ Lime Green
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evenings pull of melancholy
falls upon my heart,
leaving me to wonder
of its meaning.
for the sun will soon be gone,
as into night I fall;
a helpless soul,
once more sent careening
though the midnight hours of sorrow,
through the time my soul will bleed.
each second before tomorrow,
unto daylight once more freed.
scattered thoughts, in the hours
of midnights realm.
silence echoes
off naked walls
as the dawn,
in the distance,
quietly calls.
daylight hours
will not be denied.
somewhere, in the dark,
a lonesome heart
has sighed
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