Everyone is talking to themselves, and quite frankly,
I’ve grown to enjoy my conversation;
chitchat between the two, while the other emoting low, waiting, and waiting.
He: a bass in the voice has less, and less to say.
As she and her twin: a constant confab of the arrogant seducing caution;
seers whose control in their gaze, reach with decisive desire, so speak with vivid speculation.
“Get over yourself”
“Out of your head, with your hand into the world”
so I am assured: in the straightening of my stance, my softened intimidation.
And when the three sing in unison,
"Good Lord, the things we moan"!
I remember her. She bit into my throat. She sank into me a bliss to bleed;
dripping the impossibly crimson spill; while I watched it puddle, to mirror cheerier endings.
Bluer, brighter twilight unsettled; sunsetting onto dusk my paranormal pools, pulsing;
yet again, as a tidal wave surmounted the red vista to glory and form.
I saw it spring over sea:
a breeze through the tomb was my beachy burial.
It was cute.
June in the daily: violently glooming, grey, pink; a deeper purple haze to lay me down.
Nestled into the hotness of a nearby shore: slumber, glow and singe!
There she is.
The piss in the sand: The stain in my silken sleep.
Woke, as it were.
Still tired I lie awake; await a new moon to move me.
Roll out of bed and fall into the privilege, drawing softer, darker. I felt some type of way.
Having hovered a more lush illusion above the palms, as I spilt color from the trees:
cascading, gorges gushing and splatter;
into blinging chalices placed into my unsteady, readied hand as I run.
Withstanding the distance to regain a smile,
as I twirl about a sunset drive and over the palatial edge.
Ebbs the bipolar weather: waterfalls melt as icebergs crash into the Atlantic east to grow.
“Damn, a jungle”,
us jovial express.
Here it was easy.
There wasn't even a pearly gate.
She is: my chimera appears to me;
appears to be many beasts, many realms, friendly and unfriendly;
reverberating a life into her recently killed;
her digestion, still born into rebirths devoured.
She laughs in my face a millennia, a fire tigress roar, joy.
I remember Her.