I saw her once
only once
her vivid cheek
and bright white smile
yet twice I dared
a mistake I made
to stare far longer
to wonder, linger
she looks different now
far older, far sadder
I look away

-Flip thru my pages...-


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{Reach into my bones}

-

Feel my unborn world of humanity

The golden pansophy

Holding together the marrow

Nerves sending signals to a brain

That constantly feed on meaty morals

Rainbow veins pulsing gifted murals

Bounded in a book made out of human skin

Teardrops glued to each page

Tells a story of manic glories

Paragraphed with an insane biography

-

{Touch my soul}

-

Feel your fingertips

Vibrate

From the sorrow within

The urgency

The depression

The hidden plea

-

{Look into my mermaid eyes}

-

Drown in my dreams

Which the fairytale people

Help me create

Those goals I want to complete

But were forgotten

Like buried photographs

In a dusty attic

-

{Now flip thru my hearts folio}

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Flip

Until you’ve reached the end

Have you guessed it?

Have you?

That I am

The beginning and the end

A forbidden book

Made out of human skin

-

I keep climbing up
to the vertex of hierarchical pyramid of your mind

Heavenly blends, of
soft-loud melodious,
like miraculous, the repertoire
liquefy, even frosty heart
to turns cordial.

It’s authentic.