Blue Moony Queen

Which paradises,
flying in my quill pen,
when you smiles?
which life,
seducing my pains,
to negotiate two fingers
in your eyes?
a diamond inversion
builds the glory of my tears
a solar delirium
ripe the fruits of my ribs
and my branches get heavier
with a sigh
with volcano
or with sugar
i harvest my hands
and the lungs become
two praying lips
for a blue moon
i release the rave
i give wings to the shores
an ebb tide stretch me
another minimize me
my mud attracting
between me and myself
get up, get up
a sound without a voice
the fruit of melodies
a call after death
the moon turns to her
when she your words breath.
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Beautifully penned. big hugs and warmest salutations
thanks a lot,Β your words means to much.