Love wants to be found

Love forms in what love is aimed at

always in its center

The dance of the soul as in trans wants to find you.

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Response from the nature of question

Like a stubborn child
the answer is delayed against the white wall to find
delightful as a cracked mirror
the weight, I play in featherlight down
a laugh from your forgotten happiness
my second self’s teachings whispers in its pirouettes
it is an act of love
creaking from the escape

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Explosion from nothing

 

 

Shape the beautiful tone
where truth is lost as a lonely one
shall now find peace in time
throwing down old rocks’ desire to reign
if no one listens
nothing sprouts
saw a lone blooming rose
with proud spine
in which your reflection grows out
distortion in still water surface
there, the doll becomes free
comes alive
that illusion was the answer.

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Tarnished

 

I want to smear myself solid as a clay against your skin
like another
a desire to penetrate your pores
and breathe your hormones
experience a layer of sweaty proximity
to what restriction testifies
and yet I know
that mud dries
and falls off
in an elapsed portion of the heat
the body generates longing
in a sweat of a stress
in the absence of
an unknown addressee.

Springing truths
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When I burn

I was the fire and the livelihood of its power
Willing as a disciple to understand the heat described by the flames blazing and dying
a longing performed in the dance
licked the scorched bones of thirst
the yearning for a missed cool
nutrients surrounds the exploited sections as a liberation of the proud force
a sweeping shape
as in the design of the nights’ incipient darling
fall in my arms, let them envelop your trembling soul
fire can see
as a singed desire seeking its loan
its long-sought reprieve.

Birth of the self
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Flower storms

Here, as the depth of a day
your smile is visible on the surface
filling the memory picture of something wonderful
preserving it as the jewel you never gave
shimmering sieve and still a concern
throughout the seemingly unpredictable letting go
listen well to what it tells
it is possible to love, it is possible to embrace what was a fruit of desire
without letting it take over
flower now in the weave of your soul
and let your breath to blow forms on a fogged window.

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