Apparent images dodging
shadows, leap through isolated
plateaued platforms teetering in a mist
of orange-crème clouds.
Her bronze locks remind me
the Sun's aura
cast upon the tannest of coral
beneath the sternum of the ocean
surface, a-cross
the way. Two grip reality
by its throat.
Watch its eyes bleed
waters of joy,
while an unstable balance tethers us to
safety. Fatal oppositions
torment every peace of mind.
They approach,
swiftly through the dusk air.
she takes my hand…
…off once again. ✋
They'll never take us dead. A life
in fear of living fights
for no breath.
Running to learn
how to live on every edge
of a Tangerine skyline
we leap for to preserve
this climactic chapter.
I fear knot,
for the innate glory of your glow
soothes my soul.
Through every instant,
we remained. Yet remains of
broken gla**es often linger,
as the blood
roses that rolled beneath your most
admired love
seat, collapse at first grasp. My palm
is tainted, you possess a perfect
poison. Finnish me
in the tears of Tampere,
while I tamper
with the erotic erratas
of your disclosed elegance.