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 May 2018
zebra
I'm told its best to eat low on the food chain
so if its okay
i'll start at your feet
and work my way up tenderly
excited like a child climbing a great tree
for the first time
aspiring to your kind mouth

but forgive me my love, alas my manners
have left me
and  
i fear i'm stuck between your thighs
your shimmering slit has me woozy
oooh candy red lolly
so very cherry jolly
my favorite color since i was six years old
you know
and so wet like babies drool

can we open this butter cup
it all loving alizarin silk
a gift for my tongue
splashing pink
little fluttering bull frog
ready to turn into your prince

the taste of epiphany
my attention deficient disorder
vanquished
my learning disabilities evaporated

why didn't they teach me to read like this
i can taste the entire alphabet inside of you
numbers come with colors now
making sense suddenly
i feel the alchemy of poetry and art
high mathematics and astrophysics
i hear the music of the spheres
and every molecule
of
the earth giving birth
to the spice of creation

next you say,
would i like to know the constellations of heaven
yes please my lady
i'm definitely going to kiss your ***
 Apr 2018
Rebel Heart
She writes her pains
In between the lines
Of the story of her life
..
Forever stuck in
What could've been
Forever wondering
What should've been
Forever tormented by
What would've been

Never stopping to think
How if she finally
Imprisoned the ghosts
Floating in her future's past
She wouldn't really know
What to do with them
(Some broken parts of a poem I found in one of RH's old novel drafts which I absolutely loved. Happy Writing!~ BM)

(Front Page 4/21/2018)
 Apr 2018
Nimbus
I can no longer hide
My soul ignited

once disparaged
I long to share it

The chills in my spine put into words

Lips on skin
Eyes filled with sin

What is this sensation

I drip colors you cannot see

Heightening my passion
Enhancing my touch

Raw emotion channeled as such

My desire aches
The color of flush
My cage breaks
Expressions of lust

I do not fear it
I can hear you blush

My favorite sound

Our souls combust
My restless soul longs for something fulfilling
 Apr 2018
She Writes
She parted her lips
Like holy water
And he worshiped her skin
Like a born again believer
 Apr 2018
Tafuta Atarashī
Spring rain
Drops,
And drips,
And drizzles,
Over vibrant flower petals
As moonlight filters through
Thick clouds to illuminate
Your eccentric hues.
And when the sunrise dawns
And reveals the morning dew,
I'll breath in deep the lovely scent,
Left behind by the enactment
of passion,
petrichor that tingles my mind
And fills me with both satiation,
And yearning for

Spring rain that
Drops,
Drips,
And abundantly pours
Energy
That meets between
The storms of our souls
As we float beneath the sheets
Intwined with eachother
Akin
Colors that are
Dripping
Dropping
blending on a palatte
Until the brush is released
To paint the artwork
On a new canvas
And the pen is unleashed
To engrave the timeless words
That dye and permeat you with
Permenant ink.

Just like that
I want to
Bring your love to me,
Make love to me
With the rejuvunating
energy of spring.
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