Breaking The Sky


between a bleeding novena

I buried our june waltz 

those nights I slept-walked

through your ichor reverie   

in the wanton embouchures 

you float upon i dipped my syariah

in your bombarded harbor   

handing you a feathered anchor 

pinpointing the pyrrhic parallax 

in your bourgeoisie pyrrha   

as the supernal tumblers 

catch the clinked hiccup 

emblazoning us as a commingled glitch    floating as a saccharine wraith 

bending as a satin symphony 

stagnant in the balance   

hung as textured crystals 

in the misty tourbillon of a floating kiss.  






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  • Author: Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 7th, 2020 15:07
  • Category: Surrealist
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