Pablo Says

” Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour. Loving is a clash of lightning bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.’ Neruda

I swoon and arch my neck reaching for his nektar

Loving is a journey of the heroes kind

epiphany the only victory and poetry for proof

sinking into deeper vulnerability through points of light

confabulated or originated

loving bathes me in my own humility slitting my throat and opening my legs.

true voice is true love

a humming baritone amongst the scented petals

love is my tongue sliding through the mud

always the mud rich and flavoursome

inhaling rain and feeling the sting

Immersed in the music of invisible sensation

rolling throughly underneath my naked airs

and wet

sliding from the womb of an old paradigm

undoing into magic through gateways of vibration

left is right and right is left and love is a syllable that reverberates

boiling water

bringing your chest closer

slicing and levitating monoliths

Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

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