foreverbitingx

I know you can’t outrun it

The whirlwind that I maintain

My lowest vibration, still strong

My rage, my alchemy

I know you cannot survive

This current, this riptide

The winds that cut you

And sabotage your lies

I know you cannot converse

With the angel I have covering me

My light shield, my fire

Sends your throat into flames

I know you must die here

Where you pervert your dwelling

And more than that, I know

If it ends, it is a love story.

If it never begins, it is poetry.

oh how i’d wished to fly that high

with you, hand in hand

to neverland

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New moon in conjunct — dawn whispered to enter the cavern of cancer — a womb of sympathy drawing empathy — limbic synthesis , dusk caresses the intimate moment of the earth’s silent review— in canticle , refraining the same wishes — how to prosper from the harvested heart that’s ripening by the door? whilst uninvested with the rest of the flowers , I have this eagerness the size of the immeasurable — I am pulled into the chamber where the backbone of our space had laid patiently naked , waiting for our lips to engage , yoke & mate like lovers meeting again after lifetimes of separation anxiety tormented by the vista of ageism & the lengthy difference between the sonar of our twenty gap of cavity— ah! How the hollowness of longing emptying itself knowing each fibre of the soul is refusing to be in denial anymore than to be rigidly fixed , immovable from each other’s sight — luna , of a solemn listener — prick your newborn ears for this plea , the antiphon of intentions to be deeply enmeshed with the one who would tug & haul my heart into wherever our vessels may be collided into — that she would yank me with all of her hunger & thirst , that our mutual desire of one another may be immortalised in an alabaster jar — how eternity seems shapely adjusted to her palms when mine is a well-fitted gloves matched to hers —

D C de Oliveira from Ki taku aroha "(VII)"