𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓

swim in my blood, feel my heartache

swallowing this sunlight until it overflows

her nudes caught my blood

ecstasy dripping from the unfathomable

sweet chimes of nothingness

phantom of the bygone days

bathed in silence and the screaming misery of her absence, this life has now become one of numbness and unbounded charity

purer than daylight, mystical like the sinister sky

pure mystic girl and her curves

an angel—more complex than my pour-over

the sweetest nectar is often lethal poison

sun drips down her breast like the sweetest tangerine

phantom of the bygone days

her flesh is mine, as night is to sin

sweetest melody of stillness

the moon engulfing her wilderness

for me — poetry is more vivid than pictures

leonard cohen in the background, cigarettes & coffee

the lost art of listening to an album, rather than playing shuffle

kisses, like the blueprint of the cosmos

my woman, my hallucination