Through darkness, we can see ourselves clearly
The reflection is undeniably obvious
with all our perfections and imperfections
scrubbing against humanity’s limitations
By the corner of a four walled room
You can see me
By the edges of your torn soul
You can envision me
Making sculptures of heart ashes
Floating in a mind full of spaces
I’d invite your being in,
but they don’t like your insistence
Let me hear your skin talk to mine.
Whispering every prayer is always divine.
let your voice touch mine and
sink through an endless melody
of thoughts and dreams.
She saw herself painting with
infinite rainbows and sparkling crystals
while kissing the entities of his brain.
She’d make trembling words out of liquid stamps
and wave to Lucy who suddenly put on
her velvet dress and hipster dance.
The room is expanding sucking her in the
total senseless subconsciousness.
His voice is calling her like air particles
making love to the ocean’s waves.
She only exists when she is torn apart.
Do you know about sore throats ?
Painful realities demolished through glass cuts?
Or maybe those colorful nails and frenzy boots?
People wearing shiny pearls and marvelous coats
while hanging from ropes and leaving purple toes?
And babies made of ecstatic demonic fluid and marble stones
While minds made of green sights and black holes
But the hearts are always made out of emptiness and rainbow ashes.