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Second Chances For Sole Orb / Vim

Second Chances For Sole Orb

I met you underneath
the lavender willow,

cerise orb of night
sheens over
your sudor lineation,

levitating a rubicon
sugary simper,

the andromeda galaxy
sambas in your
terra-cotta lanterns,

we split are
amaranthine blood-ties
tossing droplets
into the wind,

so are essentia
bond of amour
may hum and
pristinely blaze,

birthing a tree
of auric glory
into the infancy
of a new zenith rising.

Vim

Rip the jags of
passionflower whispers
painting cadmium calligraphy
coaxing the fracture of your Polaris,

backscratching the front itch
of unfolded Lilith echoes,

tarry in the elliptical prism
of your chamber,

stroking sangre canaries
to seethe slanted zephyr\'s
to tickle the hypothalamus
of Diosa\'s slumbering narcosis.