Swimming Uphill
Balmy lips pursed on moonlight and the evening breeze Where eyes hung like lanterns dream of the morning light and being seen Embers of the sparks that fly stray from the source and alight, align, and allure too bright for courage, and too bright trace in flight Electric homes in the hollows of rehabbed hearts fleeting on red eye flights Overwriting the impurities of being lost so lost at sea Formal wear that falls at shoulders, toes, and knees the beckoning postures meant to be Tell me that I'm your love, the purity of passion absent in the hums of grottos illuminate by fireflies Eternal greyscales forming on the corners of lips traced in the opal rings of fingertips World engines reap and war to life perpetual hurdles of life in macros that smile big and sway in time Karat gold finishes on the veranda heat fusions of synaptic heat circling the loose ends Simple songs of the past and present, passion and intensity, congruent similes, like totally Suns kissing the screen doors top ...
