keen bees

Flashbacks seem to take

hold of the mind,

grasping dream-like fantasies

like real moments,

shared entwined.

Not merely from

time to time,

instead though

with our most

inquisitive inner eyes.

Still, the powers

our bodies exude,

fresh sweat-soaked

words not at all

mute.

A vivid embodiment

engendered

by the mass

of our thoughts,

we circle in

and around us

as we look upon

those feelings

that throb in our hearts.

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p.i.a.n. Says:

Achlys*Peitho

soft illusions
like frail spring breeze
embroidered with gentle flaps of my darksome mind
tickling under my fevered skin

ungraspable
like dithering butterflies
and broken sharp shivers on watery flat surfaces
like raindrops inside a mirror

analphabetic
voiceless trembles on wet lips
struggling for verbal images and correlates to sounds
proper formulations of desire

numb dreams
shift apart and blur away indefinitely
closed is my heart like eyes that lock out fen fires
to keep the scream inside