Aloof and recalcitrant;
the sky speaks of alchemy that goes into shaping my landscape—
dressed in the colours of rain give a glimpse of what goes on inside;
this feeling is hard to explain.
I look into the mirror and see your face instead,
almond eyes vibrant with arrows sting;
they have managed to dye my implacable rivers red.
There is only the present— its soft consonants
to ring in my ears, tearing apart the back seams;
what then were masks created for?
Do we really know ourselves as much as we let on?
The music of your amorous lips washes up
and rises into nocturnal emptiness— I surrender again and again,
this inclination is darker than black: this inclination is darker than black.
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A Skylover Wordlist: Alchemy, implacable, mask, aloof, almond, nocturnal, sting, landscape 💝
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