la dernière chanson d' amour [a collab with AliP]

  





 block all the rivers
 arrest their flow
 see it twirl brine
 shut down the sea
 let the waves die slow
 listen to the howl
 of ageless secrets

 hold the breeze back
 watch the flocks collide
 headlong without a sound
 cover the sun
 in a blanket
 black as
 the habits of nuns
 hear the neigh of
 the four horses

 watch us  
 wilt
 on our earth
 allow us to
 seep
 light set in the motion
 within the darkness

 celebrate
 as we perish in poetry
 essence bursting out
 through the pores
 sinking caving
 into the deaf
 womb of
 a world
 of un
 known
 craving  

 let us
 wither into
 hearts of wood
 carving
 a thousand barren
 figments
 whilst yearning
 a touch        
 a whisper
 our love

 a love
 that
 we
 held

 true
 .




p.s-thank you, AliP. much love. x