Since your up and leaving
I’ve been heavy bleeding.
Take this restless heaving
And recycle everything of mine
I gave to you that held meaning.
Disassemble these arms
That have clung to you.
They have done nothing but weep,
So distance your name from mine.
Call me when you’re back in town
So I can dilate my eyes and hide from you.
Your gaze is too piercing,
And your body is too beautiful to me
So I can’t bear to look.
Don’t tell me when you’re gone.
Why should I have to suffer your leave?
For the seventh time, with the flashbacks.
Take your time here but leave me lonely
Unless you mean it, unless you’re ready to want me.
It will soon reach a decade passing,
Like distilled water standing
Still in its same bottle.
I am the water marinating
In the reminders of you.
Choosing suffering, and choosing
My own suffocation by not moving on.
sobriety is what it means to breathe life back into the Dead
shame having filled their lungs with toxic fumes
living unalive while the sky is fifty shades of Blue
through self-indulgent deeds the devil let himself into the house without an address
squatters rights in your mind
I'm sorry no I don't get that context
this is the power of economy versus innocence
hurry hurry step right up get your tickets here
obscured unstable thoughts playing out within the furrows and crypts
reflection in the mirror
pupils dilate as I focus
but either way you spin it I'm spun
Methyl methacrylate -
It might make your eyes dilate,
but how it affects humans, I don't know,
although,
9 out of 10 rats say it's great.
skin over skin
layers to peel
uncover
mysteries ~
earthbound
heavens dictated
strengthened delicacy
lacy
spirit reveals
as we peel
without zeal —-
colour
patiently waiting
soft fingertips
to harvest (...)
autumn rings pause
wounds gauzed
healing’s a sealing
essence incubating
realisations transcendent
pupils
dilate
uncoverings _______
contemplate each veil
verses to pale
accept every lifting
veins to gain
Love’s filigree e m b r a c i n g
w o r k …
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Allpoetry : Silver Placement Winner : 70 word Ekphrasis : April 26
[ interpretation of a Zanne Van Bebber Painting 2026 : Private Collection : Copyright Protection : not for Reproduction. ]
Sitting on a napkin or plate,
they cause my two eyes to dilate,
and there the silent ringing sound,
the sweetest not heard, the world round.
Can you hear, as angel bells toll
the chiming tones of a jelly roll?
Luna beckon's a siren's song
To reach the crescent moon,
she awakens before the water serpents arise,
and sea merchants sailing in from shores nearby
At crack of dawn and drawn to flickering lights,
night's natator of the bluest sea
zigzag's through the starfish
Caught in a seaweed beaded necklace,
tangled in nets sailors left adrift,
she reaches the open prismatic sky
A rainbow parrot fish tail flips over
smoothed sea glass rock
A siren goddess appears
Multicolored moments, eyes dilate
as indigo hues glow—it blankets
in silhouettes upon flowing strands of hair
Embracing the early morn with a sigh,
mystified mermaid from deep underwater
her thumping heart beats calm, in sync
with the crashing wave as it trickles down
A phenomenal crescent moon luminescent
As a cool salty wash laps the rocky shore,
it recedes with sizzling sounds leaving
pocket holes in the wet sand
Dawn calls with haunting cries,
she sings a siren's song
Besotted, ensnared and diverged thy pupil
Dilate the ache 'pon holy gate
Sewn son to sun of love'n marred and married gait
Palpate the touch o'titular chance
Kiss'd and carresed thy senile smile
Tipped'n tallied bashful sway, to fall
Away, and away, eyes to 'ssemble
And resemble the semblance of valour and holy hour
Mine to my own, to pitiful ponder
Shone Sun to shine 'pon th'drought of moon wept wonder
Sullied sultry shout yonder, and o'er the wind swept chimes
Of chortl'd laugh, and Sun sung sonnets
T'lay a kiss t'stain, and eclipse within th'sky.
Dearest, and dire to die for, Sun of mine.
glistening forehead
spacial calm
nostrils dilate
signalling build up of a sneeze
anticipation heightens
but the currents ebb
as magnetised eyelids hum
conjoined with heart
and enlivened spine
manifesting feeling of vibrance
as presence so witnesses
play of subtle bliss pulsations
pervading organic form
wherein we cannot predict
where rapture will spike
and thus we delight
in each offered surprise
in a time dissolved continuum
Your eyes a dark archipelago
Mysterious then exotic drifting across
my shore;
I perceive their warmth inviting
While those lips blow a tangy flavour-
Irresistible, poised to reach for a kiss
Brewed by the kiln of summer’s
ember…
Carefully, my logic examines the
prospects
Between reason and wantonness,
As the fluid air spins amorously
And the evening grows too blind,
naked--
The waves within my navel dilate,
fluid as current's unknown motion...
I forget what happens next except, I
was
Drunk with the body- rhythm of something
untenably spontaneous;
Coasting on a body outside a bend
ebbing flowing through a belly and
tendon
Of a conniving sea.
The gleaming of the sun on the snow in the winter
Teases your eyes with the rays – Squinter
Pupils dilate, taking in the glorious fluffy whiteness
The eye can see the vastness
The wind howls, deceived by the coldness
In one big gulp, it swallows a drift in its boldness
Survival hides beneath the mound of white
To emerge when it is time – excite
Life flows and ebbs, even in the stillness
Birds pecking in the chillness, so relentless
No leaves, no shelter from the storm
Side by side on a fragile branch – uniform
The game of life, so fragile from birth
When the snow melts, there is a rebirth
Tiny wings and baby steps – towards
Marching to the beat of another day – forward
Breathing,
Living,
Loving,
Trusting
In another tomorrow
The promise of a future you borrow
Curling swirling tenderly
To grasp and gasp and breathe the light of life back into me
Touch the skies with vines so like the fibres of an inter-mingling woven tapestry
Dazzles my eyes as I look at the flickering leaves, the pupils they do please, they tease
The rays pulsate, they dilate
It's a whispering love of an earthly kind
So at ease
Never die, evergreen free
To blaze all trails to the core of a world they
Only see
Bright jewel enshrined odyssey sparkles,
as haunted pneuma’s blinding sun quest,
sculpts sweet blissful dream escape plot,
from deep well nagging torrents,
wounded sigh raw throat rush,
magma spewing ire,
ashen inkling,
cerise dawn’s,
gleeful
prompt
Eyes
dilate,
at lavish,
surreal sights,
froth rim cascades dull,
imagined sudden ache,
or dark traumatic imprint,
spritely bird chirp’s amber wing dive,
honeysuckles gloomy vocal chord,
to pamper for a while my strained quiver
Rabid mishap cluster in harsh pickle,
fuel soaked match hazard an idle spark,
to set wild utterance aglow,
yet gold wisps of heaven lurk,
they remould skewed instinct,
despite life’s burden,
sigh a tiny,
wound doused with,
simple
joy
Under streetlights
In the silence of snow
I am back when my breath was last this loud
Electric
You tug at my t shirt with your left hand and your nails graze my skin
Our pupils dilate, distending out to greet each other in a grotesque bridge of wet, dripping, obsidian flesh
So I feel like a black hole
I am a focus as intense as a drug
A rip on the edge of an edgeless sky
And we are all consuming
And we are almost one.
Sometimes
I wish it wasn’t this way, where I am a clock-watcher, and I glance up to see the hands always aligned.
And so where are we without an endless pull?
Without 12:30?
Without a 12:01?
The clock is broken
Or time has stopped
And it is stale
Or I am stale
Or we are stale
You are the night
that makes pupils dilate,
illuminates the stars,
and conceals mistakes.
You are the night
that renders silence
a piercing, echoing,
dizzying, ring.
You are the night
cradling one to sleep,
and keeping another one
wide awake.
You are the night
which weaves reveries
---an urge to anticipate.
You are the night
which makes souls pirouette
and dances with their silhouettes.
Ripened hearts start to whisper ;
happy faces emerge their glisters.
At night, the eyes dilate;
When dreams become their mate.
Call for warmth and devotion;
The truth of needed emotions.
Can this be a true love?
Or is it kind of?
They start Taking their path together;
Make promises that forever.
Their hands are embraced;
While their hearts getting blazed.
Can this be a true love?
Or is it kind of?
They piece together their future;
No matter who is their booster.
They wish this is their fact;
Accordingly, their world should react.
Respect, care, and empathy;
Are the address of their chemistry.
Can be this a true love?
Or is it kind of?
I believe that this is the love we all look for.
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