Delicate memory probing
In the nocturnal sun
I paddled into the smooth slope
of your white shoulder
The universe is a procession
with measured and perfect patterns
Of long sweeping lines
from the color of your skin
To the edges of your moles
In the whole of the night
the silence of our thoughts
filled my head
Wisps of our hairs glistened wetly
From tears
And tears
And tears
I would Lay down in the water of your eyes
My silky irises shredding into pieces
Radiant of self indulgence
Poetic
Morrisy like-
Mastrubatory
heartbreak
My mouth descending
into the rigid surging
Cave climbing
Treacherous holes
Where no God could save me
I will re-programme you
for a special kind of mourning
I will be your wet wear surgeon
Retreating to the cave mouth
Of a star maker project
a million years of mental programming
crammed into your head
Slow strokes deep into
Your
rose petal
Which fell softly
Then hardly
Until hardly nothing at all
Your
face was in two layers
Folded between mine
No one should get that close.
Or else
Tears
And
Tears
And
tears.