she sun

i believe in you when

you are thrown over the edge of the ocean which

covers your hair

red

the tide will change yet the day will

not resume

nor the gentle crayons of the sky will

ever shine any light on me when

i will uncover my solitude with

my bare feet in the bloody sand of this

quasi eternity

no more will we shine no more will i dive

into you she

sun

::: fatale :::

s.v.m.

scream before you come. this is the international velvet conspiracy. the bell rings in your head and your senses turn to the east. this country lacks deserts, i feel the lack of the eternity of sands. this valley is too narrow for any experience. swallow the apple of my eye, burn and shine. the sun is so loud today, yet unable to drown the noise of my blood. dirty and savage and cruel. but the face that gazes on you from the sky tells you that it won't last for long.

 

 

::: do not touch :::

closer/never

the tropic of the night intersects with the apple of the eye. i will make you my eternal city. in between the sounds of frosty violins, in between times.

just before dawn we inhale the blue lines and then attempt to read the dreadful faces on the sky. i am the smallest part in this storm...

no names no faces no memories ... time forgets quickly.

 

::: none :::