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

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                                          No one should get that close.

‍

Or else

‍

Tears 

And 

Tears 

And 

tears.