Wednesday, 24 April 2013

chords that bubble and swell
viscous loops 
anthemic wordless conch
that swells my heart bending the air 
the music speaks 
like the words of cats 

looking into its eyes 
it purrs and rolls on its back 
it howls for me and runs away 
when i chase it 

bending my thoughts 
talkin just to me 
makin love to ma mind 
running its fingers through my 
hair round my achin head ... 

planting little kisses
on the crown 
tracing my skull 
strangled loops reedy croon 
pulling at the tides 


how it pours slinky 
into a glass 
smooth rich heavy honey 
oozing over the top 




24.04.13. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
misc draft 








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