illusional reality

fingers and all the spaces between them. a pure look of pleasure. the eye. a twinkle of stars.brown.sanguine. and fireworks. and sun. the other. flowing from the tip of the nose to the red rimmed eye. begging for attention. dark and deep ,the caves run. no time, for it in all the world. not even a tiny glance. none.

un éclat. le bruit du sens. les couleurs. fatiguées..impuissantes. les yeux ouverts.le coeur battant. une question pour te poser. une larme. le but est l'horizon. rouge.pourpre.jaune.orange. mais avant. c'est le vide. la nuit qui fait peur. la reine du monde. blanche.belle. douce .charnelle. souriant. descendant vers les mortels. un rayon. vert. un arbre pleurant.frissonnant. tout seul. et le vent. et moi.. je t'attend...

taut. unflinching.sharp-tongued. brisk.unthinking. like the forked tongue of a viper hissing.impulsive. tearing away the remnants of a beautiful vision. clad in rich red hues, the climax.a shudder.a cry. and death. the leveler.

twining of the past. the Present and the Future. and a mirror..all seeing. reflecting the soft golden hue of the moon above. pearls.laughter and love. roses.pink and mauve. us.here and now. delicate tendrils.floating .flying. liquid pools of desire. melting..flowing. never to pause...only branch. tender is the night. a lone soul and another. hand in hand..treading all the way, up up up.

butterfly wings flap.restless. colours abound.red.mauve. blue clouds.ice creams. white. the pupils widen in recognition. a smile.a pull. a force powerful that softly leads . magic.musical love. a sigh. a kiss. and the eyes, open and all seeing. liquid.rich pools of noir. pleasure. desire. much too long. and all those roses that are red...

blue,tatterred. evidence of all travails.. bearing truth in its entrails.. profound joy,loss,pain,death. resurrection. spiders scaling it's milky-white bed. a tired hand.a fond thought. waiting ..waiting...until eternity. shades of gray and red. slices of curdled milk. loving lines. bent ,alert,writing... a shot of spice. and fear. a tree, a bird..n'importe quoi...

a breezy night.. dark ,round. wailing..sending shards of tristesse into the warmth of its womb. flowers..and some more. red green and pink. in the grip of Peace. poised on the brink of Madness. shimmery sweet,pearl white.. will nothing Ever last?

A lump like life at the pit of my throat Crying for honey..parched,unfed.. Red and molten. sweltering with triste incurablis.. torn , ragged..not even a glance not even a ray of hope at the end of the bleak dark dance walking with abandon… a hint of sorrow… head bowed low and eyes misting.. heart with nothing but love to give… and Pain ,to last till the end of joy.