The night you strung chritmas lights across my closet and covered the floor in a sea of pillows for hot boxing, I knew I loved you

Gustav Klimt

and I see the moon's craters in your eyes, magical devious disinterested breather of all that is celestial, come back home behind my ribcage, where you always fit best, precious snowflake tasting of sugar and grapefruit, bitter sensuality, we are closer worlds apart, projections of our love, boundless passion holding still for your return, set aside your heartbeat humming next to mine, I fall asleep to the lullaby of our hearts making love.

sweaters keep me warm like hate these days

Milton Avery

(alternative title: lost
traveling
vacancy
lot failure
rearranged intellectuals
fragmented
soil
horizon depth
years
nostalgia
bruises
tokens circles
holes
woven
disillusionment)

((work in progress))

to feel you is suicide
my dearly beloved
take with you my memories
of which you called dishonest
take with you my remains
the key and the lock
the anxiety and the tissues
cry a river to nowhere
watching your reflection
screaming to yourself
choking others
drowning with you by my side
to drink the water
to hydrate yourself

red paints the sky at the sight of you
projecting insecurities
on to the leaves of tress
blocking out the sun
you wear mentally ill like a bodysuit
prancing
upside down

I without you
walking off into the distance
like a marionette
controlled by jesus
attached by invisible strings
descending from the mythical heaven.

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L'antigrazioso Umberto Boccioni

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those who touch but wont allow be touched

Sr. Salme

resorting to which you had
never conjured up in ill thought and reckless abandonment
when the skies would drip like honey in our mouths
I smelt the the sea salt on your breath
felt the wings beneath the tiger's shoulder blade
hard metal body becoming safety from
monsters in sparkling suits
the leaves shuffling at our command
moonlight dancer nebula fornicator

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(gustav klimt)

today I did things that reminded me of you
I rode my bike to the bay
felt you along the sun's rays
as I sit in a tree
I feel as if I were implanted into history
as if the bark holds more than I psychically can
the leaves likes declarations of independence

correct me if I'm wrong but, I feel at peace with everything

today I did things to feel you there
like feeling small next to the ocean
a pebble in the mountains
it's alright by the sea
the water reflects foil-like shimmers
twinkling like the city's dreams
flooding the waters

I can feel
anyway I choose

truthfully, I think you're ill

agitated
flustered
disgusted
amused
aware
sickened
brokenhearted
elevated
key
righteousness
goddesses
metaphors
polar
differences

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it's never that good at first, it always has to fake it.