By Nikki Quismondo
So you say your sea is being torn apart
due to the moonless womb
and the dilemma to father your match.com
everything splits, even the perfect note...
I had a dream, that you followed the midnight particles
into my unforeseen, fish-like melodies,
involved in a maze,
the seashore smoothed out some wine
and you drank,
until you were soaked in sweet flowers
and your mouth became water...
yesterday I seen your eyes revolve into
liquid splendor,
this morning, they ran around a kaleidoscope of doubt...
I faint inside your open palm,
hoping to belong
to your midnight drives and feelings of sea-like fantasies,
sewing the waves
of what tears apart your insides...
I'd rather sing out the notes of our feet
sliding into warm sands,
and moonlight intimacies....
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