I’m a psuedonym to towering inferno,
Meshes and cardboard henchmen surround me,
the only person I would let in through the gaping hole in my chest is you.
I’ll keep you warm.
I’m sorry for all the times
my flames go wayward and
tremble/burn your soul.

I’ll keep you warm.
Within the depths of my heart.

She & he & she spoke mellifluously.
Over prolonged seconds of wasted moments,
he planted a daisy in his youthful garden
as each day progressed which marked
a patient reminder of his love for her.
On one dollorous scarified day,
she screamed whispers and banter
and everything gory at the pinnacle of her lungs,
which admonished and ripped every daisy
by the root from his secret garden of adoration.
Of her.
All that was left was nothingness.

She & he & she spoke mellifluously.
She proclaimed her love for him over strained vocal chords.
And the one neglected daisy that was left in the wreckage and toil remained alive.
That's what his love was.
A singular heartbeat that still beat for her,
A ventricle of his heart where
he kept the locket which tell the stories
of their memories together & her.
Alive.

Our dead hearts inhale the meekness of the weather.
Our dead hearts whimper at the sound of sirens wailing.
Our dead hearts ardently listen to
the gushing of blood through yours/my/our veins.
Our dead hearts rhythmically resonate at
the exuberance of our peripheral hyperventilating lungs.
Our dead hearts,
Our eyes smoulder,
The Sun. The Moon.
As we gaze into each other’s souls.
Our dead hearts are alive for each other.

Everglowing light sifting/bursting through the seams.
I see silhouettes of you/me.
Imprinted on the sycamore tree/big screen.

Inversive spinal / F major chord,
Tumbling twisted caterwauling toads
Left turn right in the gut of the feels
Sawfish feeding on blood stained carcasses of piranhas
Strawberries from the garden of eden,
Birds cleansing their sins in the scorching fountain;
“Hell yes!”
In this ephemeral, fleeting light speed of a moment,
I need you, my Solis.
to shine your bright light
in the unilluminated, gelatin closet
where my frail body cringes .

I said “Shhh….”.

To silence the multitude with familiar faces,
to keep you unscathed/unblemished
from the hollow words
of people who haven’t seen
a glimpse of your everglowing soul.

For you to be you to me.

Pristine.
my eyes.

She’s thunder; I’m lightning.
And our time signatures are
distinctively offbeat.