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I found you standing on a corner in naked Europe brushed upon your Mayan thoughts. transgressed by your past you wore your cosmic sadness like a transparent cloak amidst a winter breeze; you are an abandoned poem hanging drearily in the cruel light.
all I wanted was to give you the sunshine that was left in a remote innocence within my subconscious; to give you the tissue under my flesh. to feed you the cells in my blood .to remove my pupils and hand them to you softly and slowly watch you curl your palm while a hot stream gave birth to a smile upon your petite icy mouth.
A valley fell from the moon upon your veil of obsolete humanity unwinding like a spring in Alaska turbulent; you make the entities within frozen rivers tremble your songs of defeat your human song.
the sun and moon remove their garments they stand naked- in your presence decorated with volcanic rain.
;and in return the valleys within your rib-cage escape and decorate the sky with your fugitive and primitive soul.
the nakedness of this nature excites the universe so that the galaxies join; planets emerge from black holes as a new born releases its first weeping noise, this is your art your masterpiece.
a valley of wolves falls upon your lips and dies a desert falls upon your stomach and explodes with a mineral spring the universe falls into your eyes and consumes itself you put your hand upon my chest and I gasp
now you see all the night in the distance every light casted by a star now sheds ink and blood in sequence and you stand beneath; taking it all in. softly; simply- in these moments I ache in love.
I hide in your innocence blushing’ purging orchids you catch them with your neck and decorate our cage.
your hands become flowers swollen with pollen I return to your heart an overwhelmed laborer of honey.
within your scalp ravished by black waterfalls delves exotic antique tree’s filled with vultures and birds of paradise feeding each other.
our freedom resides somewhere in the sky’s zenith every day before nightfall our minds are antagonized reminded of the neutral realm cohesive between night and day
silently that is all we long for the stream connected to the ocean.
the root clung to the earth the lava stirring in the volcano.
-Rune
