hi my lovely soupersz, hope you all are well ...
~ ~ just another quick weave from the heart ~ ~
like the f l i c k e r s of light... I was born later than witchcraft; not a voodoo bride, with thick velvet veil walking down with peacock-pearl waves, in the silhouette of silver demise ~ like a carnation cloaked with cashmere coffin; but a corseted flame of bronze and blood ~ as the moon bites into the blaze of my heart; liquifying the lapis blues and bleeding the truths of luck, that flow in the elysian effervescence wrapped in sunstruck ashes and aurelian sonatas ... I need not the spiced tongue of tarot chariots ~ neither the vehemence of fire-dragon oracles ... because the horoscope of my heartbeat shall suffice to sear those stars starving for sultry eve's eloquence dipped in the dire desire to fuel their sparks ... in this d r e a m ... of devotion for my deity, neither dusk nor dawn can delude me ~ because the essence of this spirit breathes me in swarovski gold scars , a most distant sun floating and glimmering through the jasmine elixirs of my mind, where I may stretch across the soul-arcs with swan elegance ~ rippling with wisps of chiffon white , in the mists of honey perfume and porcelain saudades , diaphanous in the streaks of shimmering solace ... unspoken yet felt , beyond kohl rain ruffles ... and jet jinxed breezes ... ~ O mundane magic ~ blemish me with bona fide beams of aura, balming the brave with an astral alliance; and let me bathe my wings in the ache of aquamarines ... as, the incensed heat of your baptized waters can rinse my cursed rose rings ~ and might make me illuminate in azure ice calmness , with my feet anchored to the feathery throne of fireflies, like the p r i e s t e s s of p a t i e n c e... warm with weak ~ g l o w i n g w i c k ~ of glossy green glitters ...
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