Idolators of love.

I am eaten,
eaten by the mass
inside, like a diamond in formation.

magnetically, i climb on the sweet melody of that visage
amidst the brume of literature, all that fits in sentences and what's beyond science
i gathered my being at your cliff reeling towards me
miles and miles of smiles
reams and reams of dreams
gush out
but, caught immediately
by the gravity of this sky above us

information is spread across this heart,
my saviour beating life,
I lacerate an arm that fires poetry
all my confidants fail to keep this secret
my eyes, my shy spasms, flirtatious lapses of reason,
are envisioned to love.

Are there faces, locks to realise memory?

Skipping stones on the
vexations I've escaped and I shall recreate
and I feel.
Alive.
You arrive.

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