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matt r 2h
loving Her is like a peach,so juicy
in its sweetness,reach     up the clouds
                                 ,pluck off
Your sweet,     candy Love is Your reason
     to be.
Her beauty lies    in trees,seas,  bees
                       abuzz
the flowers knees,  the ecstasy of Love
is all:         a stream, a lake, a waterfall.

if Love is weather, plantlife,     & water
is limerence then her sickly daughter?

peaches **** wasps to them,wasps reach
                                          clouds,&
reap mayhem. trees are sappy, seaful salt
   could turns bees honey to liquor&malt.
I am thinking of Her, time is ticking,
          flame of love eats candles wicking
so look
upon Her face,& see       Love        is gone.
this is the last one. i can't do this.
matt r 3h
locking gaze (Yours,
    fleeting rabbit)
,must have kindled
something merriweather

growingred,like a
puddle who was spilled
            kittenish,
i saw You where I was;

in Love, &   advancing.
matt r 4h
lived one & i have lived
them all. breaking the

morning like coffee;bitter
-ness flows throughout.

if i reach up with a tea
spoon, stir the clouds

to a milkshake, note the
cloudform pareidolia down;

well, the weatherpeople
must be artists too.
1d · 42
jim-jam
matt r 1d
You are why I am      here so early;

hoped to see,&just see,

not say a word.

===============================

& You are not.

at home with Him,eyeing

Love's great    big omelette eyes.
matt r 2d
I know,   (I see)   You clearly. I know

(You see)    it so. I know    (You feel Me)

,clearly You know    (I know You)   ,no.
2d · 83
intercity riding
matt r 2d
intercity, riding the
stillworn lovelines

(the long blue string)

our hearts are just
buildings to live in
3d · 19
a letter to j
matt r 3d
dear You,

You said you weren't gonna read these anymore, so let this float about in the void. for a little while, at least.

We spoke today for the first time in a while. it's been a few weeks really but it feels like years have passed faster. it's like since I've known You, time has been a wheel with You at the centre, & now I do not have You, she has toppled.

We spoke today for the first time in a while, and I think You saw why. We can not be friends, my dear. each time I see You in Love's long corridor My heart skips, My stomach turns. I have spent weeks crying tears over You, not sleeping over You, finding it hard to breathe over You. it is not Your fault, & I do not even dislike You. the opposite. I want nothing more then to talk to You, but I cannot do it anymore.

this week was the first time I felt in control of myself, but We spoke today, and now that is gone. You have to let Me get over You. I cannot keep not sleeping over You. You must pick up Love's wheel and push it on, my Love.

I know you miss Me. I miss You too, and I think We would have made something magnificent.

write soon
write soon
4d · 13
algal.bloom
matt r 4d
once nothing before
it was around      Me,

consuming, chemical
imbalance.  a photon

too much      here,a rivet
for something to   grow,

algal bloom was coming
,the green is so    aglow
5d · 51
sharpsmooth
matt r 5d
folded,sharpsmoothly,
,cross My spinal range

I'm as belonging to Her
as My shape is strange
5d · 28
holy(ing)
matt r 5d
her gilded grooves,i
left on Your neck.

dipping a body in
magnificence(holying

names of women)& She
is richer than she,,,
5d · 38
cirrus
matt r 5d
there's magpies everywhere
,do You see them     scaling
the laddering cirrus clouds

She breathes deeply ,blows
feathers 'cross the horizon
,today we will fly the same
matt r 5d
my neck wants the
raw wind?    bitter

,biting cool&swallow
ing whole      yet,so
the flavour of winter
6d · 25
macrocovet
matt r 6d
do not breathe,in
reflection of the
pulsing macrocosm,

'stead covet her
bending form. she
is not,but living
matt r 6d
throw the slowing force
       ,spin&dive,loose
in a falling way.       You
must let Me go. centre
Me into cosmos & I will
drift on to another love.

please,please let me go
7d · 46
in pixiefields,
matt r 7d
obtain,Gardengirl,
& plant me
        
              deep
er
    than    anemone

(days wilt like U)

sunshine,midjuly,
will bide his time

(& when pixies
        ,braiding
with his light,
parade  in cars of
golden bluegreen)

then   i will wake
a perfect Rootboy,

&     ,I will expand
under every love (
but Urs) & nurture
foreverness,always
7d · 29
negative tension
matt r 7d
palmed into her mouth as she
was the sun
    
  O                      swallowing

the texture of recursive ***


'there is no tension      o
here', any more.      

0                                 space
                           is colder than
the interlinking of    'spheres
Jul 21 · 27
(instrumental)
matt r Jul 21
she stood,playing
the crossword
    like her great
        double bass,
& i wondered
what would get
   tired first ,,,
        her feet or
            her head
matt r Jul 21
my dad's wedding ring around
my neck    i press it to my lips

imbued,not half,with promise

           love is a cool gold band
Jul 21 · 41
once more,to see Her
matt r Jul 21
discarded cigarette packet,wet
&mulchy,lines up the morning

no smoking ecstasy in store,fog
descends    reduces all to atoms
Jul 20 · 36
sweet nectar,Herness
matt r Jul 20
inside wetwarm purity
is a slow release,a growing
curve undecadent,,

   excellent

                          , in Its
                         thieving
                         guttural
                        pleasure,

selfishly stalking Her spinal
arch  
      
         (itself,reduced
          to waveform)

~~~ ~ ~~  ~ ~   ~   ~ ~~ ~ ~~~~~

Her
undecadence spills    &
washes

supple.rolling.landscapes

til we are unclean with Her
'ness
        
               sweet
               nectar,
               Her'ness
like 'i Saw in Her eyes'
matt r Jul 20
(puppets passion like
fruit falls) strikes.

it is new,cushioned
as softness but carries
airs of bruising

..not bruising,overripeness,
& it is as sweet as wanting
love,something else entirely.
Jul 20 · 23
l'aero
matt r Jul 20
touch love
,softsoap into breathing
the same feathering air.
bleeting new calflove

,touch,,fall
into it & roll with
love's drunk punches
,commands more glancing..

eyes, are blue
,& love is tall,
wears red & shoes lifts
e,namour amour
Jul 19 · 85
le chat noir
matt r Jul 19
i am weary of the
longing;     the black
cat blinksslow.    i
am tired of the loving
,loving take me home
Jul 19 · 37
kravitz
matt r Jul 19
coooool me down, cats. its two
ay em & im thinking of You.

its funny,really(You're so done).
You're so done & yet You're like

watercolour. persistent in Your
always breathesome manoeuver,

You should be,by universal right,
here. it ain't over til its over.
Jul 17 · 11
le metro
matt r Jul 17
she tilted'yes', with love
in her eyes. the rattling

experience of time spent
together?forever. who is

the authority on love;he
wears a belt&tickets hope
Jul 17 · 37
la seine
matt r Jul 17
she picked up her plastick heart
,fingered the edge of love &

swept.   the aspect of the man
,read poetry,acted soft. we are

all,, so soft. the dusktime settles
into our cheeks; le soir rouge.
Jul 17 · 107
naïve envious
matt r Jul 17
naïveenvious,queasy
like aurora comes

plants her many dream
like feet into earth/I

**** up raw life,a funny
little biological straw
matt r Jul 17
flat,on the grand scale of things,
where confidence boys chinupwalk

way into her hearts(trying anyway).
i am not rocking,   metaphysically

still,  my mood swims on the ceiling
,doing its funny little backstroke.
Jul 17 · 51
use My body,as
matt r Jul 17
a sliver of the moon
.rub starry lather
  'cross      hotwax
formations,rivets
in exploratory
          'fections.
textured lovin' is
a spacewalk,baby
Jul 15 · 45
a brutal thing,to want
matt r Jul 15
love is the unkind thing
(purposeful & exacting)
,yit its wide arms hold
(truth in abundance,&)
me,to rub away the sore

things ,peel out under
(eyes,chin,sternum,waist&)
bedsheets,so it is always
(drawing out sweat,you are)
close to me. a hurting thing.
Jul 15 · 60
dread of Love.
matt r Jul 15
who are You,really,in Your
  mythical beauty?
who are You really to              pin
                                             ­      twist
real pain    inside of Me?

"just a Girl",driftinglikejune,
  & I am so               (un)lucky to
have sewn My (stupid)  gaze
           in this            (mis)fortune.

commit Myself completely
  to the dread of    Love.       I am
feeling so hurt&sorry               , I
am so soft&melancholy.   growup.
Jul 14 · 44
gentle,fin,gering
matt r Jul 14
keep up                 ,Hope.
do I pray,nearly for      You,
,
,Yes         like         the crying of
                         cupids
        & the  gentle,fin,gering
                               ofthe  lyre
matt r Jul 14
second chance at        ?
                                    what
this                 ­               ?
this       unloving of Kizmitism

?no,   I think I would rather
                                     .    sip up
  the Pain   ,directly from
         the Pool itsself

You have lost Me in the Water

& that is       living like a Wave
                                   returning
into & into & into Itsself
                         ...       returning
into You & You & You
Jul 14 · 50
utter unblueness
matt r Jul 14
utter unblueness, cursing
my outward future
                                  i am
falling.        roundacircle

(into & into & into myself)

slowing,gravitate wards
  dizzing perplexity
& enjoy it,oh so deeply,

i am god's hopeless agent
Jul 14 · 3
(blueing of the moon)
matt r Jul 14
i am growing into this
               cobalt
               speed way,,
   as if dipping limbs
           , silvering,
never seem to end
Jul 12 · 94
starlight
matt r Jul 12
do not kiss his waning cheek
,like starlight tempts        a
reckless fishhook          ,no.

kiss Me,     & lie entangled
in      diffusing light of
galaxy. it warms your neck,

(& My hand), drawing vincent's
starry night   til you are asleep
in the cradle of love's creation.
Jul 12 · 77
favourite
matt r Jul 12
reading the morning like
a broadsheet newspaper
,i opened a page of poetry;

'my favourite' She wrote. a
note i think She left for me.
i dropped the poem to see

how pretty You flourish Your
e's. the careful touch, not
quite a movie kiss, lighter

& grazing the page with love.
'my favourite' dogeared one
i set for You, 'the private view'.
peter bennet - the private view
*as if in a film by eric rohmer*
Jul 11 · 20
sweetpea
matt r Jul 11
the firstly buttered lick of
  'who do i share this with?'
i am here,boasting my yard,
& the sun is warming her
   with tenderness.

She could set my soul free.
with Her finger, tilt
back my head til i loosen
         in a solar jacuzzi.
She could warm me too.
Jul 10 · 41
raze
matt r Jul 10
raze          the dead
flowers&grass cuttings.
the beetles walk around
all funny;owed some
new lease of life i think.
Jul 9 · 59
pine
matt r Jul 9
& now You are gone, as
moonlight was ever there,

& it is all so expansive.
loves swelling undercurrent.
Jul 9 · 56
olive
matt r Jul 9
little Magpie, dancing your rooftop
waltz. your wingtips catch my eye

,into dizzy love, & i see one
thousand two of a kinds.
this kinda reads too clunky idk im too ****** to tell.
Jul 8 · 54
rockskim
matt r Jul 8
you fingered the rock,"watch
this" 'd & threw it lochward.

it swam weird; no splash or
seam in the wave. how many

little things slip through her,
when she folds as she does?
Jul 8 · 43
dogfalls
matt r Jul 8
the rocks dripping. one two
one to polyrhythmic bliss

how boring would it be to
fall together, We wash ov  e  
                                                  r
I said I'd stop writing about You. You said You'd stop reading 'em. I wonder if You'll ever know.
Jul 8 · 45
pinkscape
matt r Jul 8
like violins played My hair
,it could never be so easy;

,hills would sooner be pink,
than You 'ld see 'em with Me.
Jul 5 · 75
gasoline
matt r Jul 5
aliving,hardfast
  careening hope
    slipped&lit
the fuse of love

   I hoped it was
          You,I
 clung on   til
it was just a rag
Jul 4 · 72
beam,to Me
matt r Jul 4
tonight, You glanced off
the wall like a suggestion;

just headlights, though. I
see You in everything.
Jul 4 · 76
godlost
matt r Jul 4
water,sputtering pathetics
like     a godlost priest.

the cool stone floor
feel,on my floridmost cheek.
Jul 2
re embering
matt r Jul 2
years ago My Mam made
Me a blanket.  Her fingers
wrought realisation from
the present,       & I sit
beneath That every day.

I imagine burning It     ,
corner to corner, to a
web of sparking reality;
a web of every    little
two-headed         Lamb.

I read It, I cry&read It
again, become fraught
with unbecoming. every
Lamb saw twice as many
stars, &so I see it too.

this morning I sought
the centre,    turned one
million holes        to one,
& channelled everything
to   My own experience.
ode to 'the two-head calf' by laura gilpin.
Jun 30 · 50
grey,white
matt r Jun 30
I find Myself
  in Him, in the
    way I say
   "I like this."
I find Myself
         becoming
like the lapping
yearsome waves.

He is someone
    it's worth being,
My always there,
  My mate.    
                   & I
listen to His music
  & tap the way He
    always has.

it is something
     to find some
white on me; the
   firstly sign
of aging.       it is
something else
    to be Him,My
old man is here.
Jun 24 · 69
utopia
matt r Jun 24
where,honey &lemon
  is replacing the
flowersome air,where
the sea is not half
   as sugary as

all the little somethings
       (I want all the
  little somethings)
,but nothing & nothing
   is what I,ve found.

is relief grown
in riverbeds,where   is
  content & her litter
of reminders that,'every
thing    will be   okay?

one of My
       little somethings
,to Me,       shows I am
okay, on board&sailing
           for utopia.
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