In Dreaming
Je vis I listen to La traviata when I want to be your boyfriend. Grab the insides of my thighs, hold my breath and count to perfection. You have no idea the lengths I measure in anachronistic time. You have no idea the thoughts I maim to keep from ill appearance Je meurs You hate my freedom. I hate your pretense. I love only the faces of mouths around bleeding teeth. The harder you work the more I want to make an example of myself. Flesh out centre thoughts and send them hovering around ambivalence. You look so pretty with your mouth about to shatter the pulse of rationality. You look so pretty with your mouth around bleeding teeth Je rêve Strange things are happening here. I see your motion picture from idle irises, longing. Foraging like the urge that owns my animal. Longing. I want to be cut and carried. Half girl half an avalanche. The people versus the pervert. The ocean versus the ether. Elysium. Half human half heaven. Elysium. Half home half an after. The person versus the paradigm. I see your soft shadow around thoughts from open throats Je rêve If you want to bury me, bury me like whisper music. The harsh is an edible injection but I’ve tasted fear enough to know it ends enduring. Je rêve. When all are clawing for one of many faces, I dream. If you want to carry me, carry me. The hopeful isn’t sexy, or so you haven’t said. And you’re a better sadist, though we’re equally alone



This is incredible. I know I’ve said this before, but your writing style is amazingly beautiful. Way to go! :-)
So so cool, Blue 😮💨