Poem. (Via) @Urban_Sanyaasi CONTINUUM. When they began, they were clothed vaults. When they began, they were locked up enigmas. Made up imagined demons and very real fear. They were made up of nicotine nightmares and caffeinated crushes. When they began they became the buds of some plant. He chuckled at the idea that maybe it would be a cannabis bloom. She was more delicate and imagined a poppy bloom. Truth is they were probably some odorless stretching petals of an obscure flower. The moment their lips touched they were unused batteries. Filled with liquid love and charged chagrins ready to implode. They were the broken units of brilliant explosions restrained in cages. They became the completed circuited that brings thought to life. When he tasted her he was simply the vagabond finding bread. With the first kiss he became the connoisseur of finest of wines. When she tasted him she was the empty handed girl at the dime store. With the first lick of his body she became the true patron of culinary talismans. When they undressed, they became the plebes entering an old temple. With each slip of fabric they were traveling within the lands. With each thread taken off them, a clink of an armor unlocked echoed somewhere. The cosmos sat and watched by as they enacted the lobsters, unable to let go of each other’s limbs. The ecstasy made them enlightened saints. The fragrance made them truest of the gardeners. The skins made them children on an untouched bed. It also made them into the lunatics venturing into a doctor’s office. The car traveled towards the cliff as they kept leaving behind their selves. Unclothed, unlocked, unveiled, strewn back in time and on roads, She saw the black of night studded with stars over his shoulder, He saw the fragrant black of her hair, his face buried in, fingers entangled for good measure. Her foot hit the horn as they flew off the cliff in the car. The sound was the most exultant representation of what happens when souls explode. They became naked musicians representing insanity bound in liquid explosions. They became free, their remains, scattered across the world and time.
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 08:44:18 +0000
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