Electric Feel

Decorated by pearls and pebbles, her seductive curves dress the pulverant shore. Grace. Divinity. Heaven.

Reflection…

Of a star-crossed momentum, streams of galaxies enmeshing the membrane of my mind with each turn. Feeling the embrace of my shadow as it surrounds my nerves. Pins and needles on crack. The cold, a violent reminder of my inefficient attempt at homeostasis. Yet I lie here warm, like a cold blooded snake in need of your peripherals to liquidate me with electric feel.

I am here…yet not.

A touch of light breaks the reign of the night, journeying billions of miles through the vascular expanse of the universe. Just to meet my eyes. And then hides away like a cold. Despite its ephemeral nature, its permanence winds down into memories. A moment never passing.

Autumn blends with winter. The taste of air akin to a crunch of crystallised leaves. I feel a distant, planetary stare. The obscure overlap of crimson and orange can’t help but demand attention from me. Cuddled between the compassionate blanket of Pisces is the radiating prospect of a life with no other. I want to disappear. There.

I fade in and out like follicles of hair on a Saturday trip to the barbers. Unclear, almost hidden from momentary expressions of this world. Up in a plane of space toiling through the never ending complaints, i am thrust into a cyclical paradox filled with nothing but the mundane.

Beckoned by the swift moving gravity of the sun although unseen, the heat is exerted from the alpine cracks of my feet.

Feet I cannot feel,

A temple.

I am alive again, flowing

My pulse, the world, time; slowing

Lacking in shape, form and pattern but ubiquitous in pure emotion.

© 𝒦𝑒𝓁𝓋𝒾𝓃 𝒜𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓃𝑔 2020