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    W r i t i n g .

    2019

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    The effervescent windows to soulless eyes, beating a path of misconception amongst the blue meadows of desire.

     

    I feel his breath touch upon my skin mesmerising my soul and senses.

     

    Parking on a soft spongey meadow,

    with fields of marigold,

    glimpsing in an eye that glistens in the soul.

     

    Ghosts form upon the horizon as the sun and the moon and the stars move over one another in a dance that drifts through the night.

     

     

    The heartfelt desire of the horse against the winds back,

    galloping along an oceanic crescent of soft feathery pillows laid against my back.

    Spines tingling in rhythm to a haunting tune.

     

    A hand wanders along a black shadow,

    vibrating across a wall.

    It crumbles into pieces of dust,

    forming a layer in the eyelid of a human mystifier.

     

    Determining whether to step upon a fluffy pink duck in a top hat

    or just leave it be and snuggle against it’s soft fur

    like a cosy bagpipe bellowing it’s horn in the ferocious wind.

     

    Tingling and tippling down my shoulder, a waterfall of sortuous moments that tingle across my spine like a drawbridge between my mind and body.

     

    Tripping up staircases with bone-marrow spindles and long carnivorous bannisters twinkling in the sun.

     

    Cunconcous porcupine, trundling along a gravel path with grass flying around his billowing hair.

     

    Tumbling window dress strapping itself tightly to my chords.

    It billows in the soft breeze never trying to relax its grip across my skin.

    How softly it feels against my fingers,

    tripping over the tight never rounds and spinning abysmally though the air

    when my grasp no longer grips its tightness.

     

    Tippling and trickling droplets of water against a glass window pain

     

    A shadow of you smiling comes glimmering through the reflections of the drizzling water

     

    Gleaming sunlight. Reflective smiling, dazzling shine upon a forever window

     

     

    A shadow runs across his face

    with its little footsteps toe tapping across the pigmented alleyways

    rooted deep within his skin.

    His eyes forming tiny potholes and rivers for him to negotiate.

    Shadows turning into shimmers of bubbles, 

    dispersing from the eye sockets like a fresh rain upon newly sprung grass.

     

    Tiny little toes step their bear little grasshoppers upon the rufty tufty lawn. 

     

    Creepy crawlies come out of their hidden nests and evolve into beautiful new forms,

    see-through reflections through the suns glassy eyes.