I am your love
And you're my soul
They are much adhesive alike
Making our hearts close
I heard our heartbeats
Sounding strong and loud
They are solidifying the toughness
In the boiling crowds
I could be a stream
You are of the flow
Together we're wandering in the fields
Growing love and souls
I could be an angel
Flying in the sky
Having you're around me
I always follow your guide
You're my love
I am your soul
we are together a scene
growing love and soul
Damp linens flung aside
sodden cushions
Flank by flank
She was damp
Nickel sack and bark rings
Verdant gaze meet hazel orbs
Ripe late April Northern Flatlands moisture
Slaughterhouse savory mist perfume
Slender dull rose covering on the pane
Cooling unit recirculating
Coral beams groom her visage
Midday vernal noon
the drizzle ceased the light slivered in
Naked gourd blossoms adhesive juice
Lurching brined
The toddler flesh on her abdomen
She didn’t cleanse
Just exited my one-room lodging
Infatuation perspiration,
Empty uterus,
Pixie sperm dribbling,
Contraceptive device
Marriage band fabricator.
MEMENTO ON THE MOON
Constructed from moondust, a statue stands
Grey and almost now a part of the landscape
Built to represent mankind’s lunar exploration
But somehow feels like there is no celebration
Back on Earth TV, viewers’ mouths are agape
They see that the statue shows clasped hands
As if it’s a prayer perhaps even to be a guide
Dust with adhesive, moulded and compressed
Shaped well, and with sensitive understanding
The world’s economy means no more landing
Perhaps as a memento of better times, is best
On the lip of a crater quite near the dark side
It will fondly remember the touch of mankind
The blend of scientist, engineer and artist too
It wasn’t commissioned, just made on a whim
Inspired by rover trip to a nearby crater’s rim
And is meant as a hope for a more open view
That one day, joint space travel gets realigned
Feet glued to your welcome mat,
our fingers meshed like Velcro
and pieces of our shattered hearts
haphazardly taped together;
my tears and your fidgeting
weaken the adhesive,
yet, we do not—
can not—
move.
To lose my heart
Will be a failure
Considering the man
Who comes back home
Every night, torn from inside
A trembling smile
Being held together
With a familiar adhesive.
Where do you find that feeling?
The one which cures my mind,
Of every possible unspoken anxiety
Holds me together like a powerful adhesive,
Makes me smile all through healing.
It holds power- almost infinite
Makes my heart crave and die
Can you see? I think it's missing from my life...
Or maybe from the world where we are held
As insane captives.
Every home and house is looking about it
But aren't aware what they are searching for...
And hardly ever speaks
I am sorry I let you go, spare me another chance?
As I fall weak on my knees, I beg you,
Dear solace, please come back to me.
Long years ago, you heard I fell,
just tumbled from a wall and—SPLAT!
I’d not be whole again, all said.
I’m here to follow up on that.
The King’s men scraped my pieces up.
It seemed they’d better things to do
than put me back together right.
I think they used Gorilla Glue.*
Now here I am, a messed-up sight,
a monster much like Frankenstein.
My body parts are all askew.
Not even my eyeballs align.
I'm feared, avoided, ridiculed.
I've no place in society.
Made a pariah by my looks,
though not in prison, I'm not free.
I hoped corrective surgeries
would fix me; so I filed a claim.
It was denied. It seems that for
my brokenness, I was to blame.
Here's what the agent said. I quote:
"Foolhardy eggs that perch on walls
should know that someday they'll get hurt.
They've asked for whatever befalls."
*popular product advertised as “the
toughest adhesive on the planet”
The gentle cool raindrops
Bestowing the vibe of a caressing mother’s hand
The plump and shiny raindrops
Shimmering like pearls embraced the neck of the angelic lady
The drops falling on the roof
Hold the purity of tears that well out from a love’s eyes
When it downpours,
Resonates garrulous and reminds loquacious people
Dangling raindrops at the tips of blades
Have the richness of the prettiest millennium star diamonds
The drops that fall on the empty vessels
Echoes like spinning marbles that dropped from a child’s hand.
The adhesive rain drops on the window glass
Symbolise one’s deep attachment with bosom friend
When they roll on the lotus leaf
Show how the pure hearts never get affected by sin
When they go deep into a pup’s fur coat
It’s fun! The pretty pup makes tremors to dry up its body
The dried and cracked earth gets chilled
And the dews of elixir sprinkle love and joy everywhere.
Place : 2nd
I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties.
Stickers hide butter yellow behind princesses, animals, stars, happy faces, everything adhesive. About 50 inches up the walls.. stickers and fingerprints. Giggles echo.
Spray paint and posters. Black light. Neon glow. Butter yellow, mostly invisible. A Disney princess peeks out from behind a band poster. Black clothes with silver chains and safety pins lay on the floor, Saturated in emotion.
Bright Butter yellow patches. Dark splotches where dust clings to sticker adhesive. A scattering of scotch tape with just the corner of a poster stuck underneath.Shapes pressed in carpet. My breathing sounds too loud.
Lifting your suitcase, I shut the door behind me.
In the realm of self-interest, a curious soul,
Could not adhere stamps, sans wit owning a role.
His tongue, like a rover in arid terrain,
Lingered on whimsy, a scoffing refrain.
Precision eluded, in blindfolded dance,
Tongue franking an effort, missing each chance.
The stamp, a library of lore unbespoke,
His tongue still meandered, lost in each stroke.
Like giraffes when they strain ~ reaching treetops,
His sealing endeavor was a clumsy hopscotch.
The stamp lay there mocking, a coaxed witticism,
Tongue still missed the mark, a terrible tourism!
Metaphors clung, but not on the letter,
A longing unfilled, his tongue never got wetter.
The envelope sighed, craved wit's lifting brew,
Yet his tongue frolicked, having wandered no clue.
He licked and he slurped, as though miming delight,
A grand postal crime, a federal plight!
Metaphors piled up, unsent missives distressed,
His sense of himself was a bewildering behest.
In the spirit of levity, a story confided,
A stamp unadhered, a metaphor provided.
When engaging with mail, overcome by caprice of,
Just leave the attempt and go buy self-adhesive.
You hold my hand
aware of capacity
for bonding
hands can do that
fingers fond conduits
palms firm suctions
of secure presence
hands yielding
while they also solidify
the mystery of divine
grasp – adhesive nature
of caring touch, giving
while receiving
taking possession with
tender balance of freedom
Love need never hurry
ageless and timeless
the Royal Flush of Hearts
A festive chill floats lovers' minds
Raindrops elicit an avalanche of loose lips
Locating each other meant the wind was kind
Gliding their souls out of an adhesive cement
Fading light glows timid eyes
Rain fluttering them in an alluring seductive shape
Their silhouettes were lost in a misty ruby haze
Feet entangled in the mosaic leaves
Love glides over sparkling tinted snow branches
Whispering sweet nothings in ears
Floating winter tears from the faint air
The hope of a notable dawn dancing upon hearts.
Baseless appetites rage fueling empty desires
Locks for this earthly cage are all rooted & lower inspired
There's no match for the fire that spreads like legs & rain
Moths to flame don't have a chance in the Devil's domain
Carnal emotions invokes the beast with claws & horns
This was attached by design from the day you were born
Strip off the mask designed to reign behind veils & scenes
Veils slowly being lifted, evaporating like rain & dreams
Dreams are themes of other scripts more adjacent than thought
Side by side the other side is closer than thoughts
Invisible chains bind the mind to lower dimensions
Shapes of reality are just pieces of other extensions
We're all bound by earthly matters like atoms and glue
Your infinite screen is a lot bigger than your vision of you
You're the adhesive that sticks & stones can never destroy
This matter was built by the living word forever employed
Written: November 21, 2023
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My grasp soars to the sky.
billions of light-years into space
Inducing the comely azure to
caress cynosure constellations
reaching out, the spinning moon
Brushes them back and beyond
I whisk them away
delicate, languid, celestial body
fully, further filling my firkin
amid a slew of diaphanous stars.
Tonight, I will relive an exquisite display
here in my dimly lit room,
and disperse them all over the place.
I tie them to the tree twigs
featuring self-adhesive clasps
refinishing the wooden floors
with cascading tiny orbs
tonight, I lie in the city of stars.
Why can’t my mirror understand
Just what I really need
I look and look and hope and hope
No matter how I plead
I still am seeing what I am
Not what I want to see
When hair was of a chestnut brown
The way it used to be
When skin aroused a velvet touch
And not a map of crepe
With eyelids smiling, opened wide
Without adhesive tape
This mirror cost me quite a bit
That magic shop downtown
Had promised gaze of pure delight
Not this depressing frown
I feel so swindled, yes I do
And here’s what else I think
That just in case, I signed that check
With disappearing ink
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