Éloa

musing

  • The Muses Path

        You’re an endless painting you’re not just ordinary artwork you travel on for miles and miles scraping sediments off the earth burning moonlight in your wake carving up a muses path narrowed by bits of your laugh just for you- this terrain we made just for you

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  • stars dropping silently

        Stars fall as fickle as leaves out here casting their shadow against this muggy little windowpane I imagine us as them painted in that sky with not a shred of distance between us and it warms me burns me up like those balls of gas flashing pentagrams save for that that washed up…

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  • resonance

      I tasted the voice before I heard it. It was so soft and succulent in its speaking; ripened like the flesh of an apple, crimson in its color. You whispered words here and there, the willows singing along with you. I had thought to myself quickly, that only gods and goddesses had such a…

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  • pigmented

        Obsidian iris- that stupid pupil -even while drowning you can’t close

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  • crave

      Those strings are attached to my core When you pull and tug it just right- just right- like that– you leave my body singing darling

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  • tides//

        That sleek metal calls to me bladed edge cool to the touch I miss those embers you gifted me with

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  • an artist’s touch

        My mind is a frightening thing, you see, I can conjure you up out of fickle matter, and make you disappear like fine dust. I could make it as if you never existed, only if I pleased.

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  • 01:02

        Two syllables the same meaning- just as simple as any other word   But why doesn’t it sound the same coming from her lips

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  • reversing lies

        They say we’ll have snow tomorrow, it is unlikely. The trees have been saying spring is coming, is what I thought, but then I looked outside and there you were. Those flakes covered the earth, and I never felt so pure.

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  • lilith, you’re Éloa

      You plucked one of my roses pierced each freckle of mine until your thorns embedded my skin   Didn’t I have this same dream? This same dream darling, that you had come back- come back to me   Kissed me quite insane until I’m flushing; coming, going, and yearning for spiders twinged with lilies…

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  • seething, blooming

        I have my time changed to yours what good does that do for me while I’m running backwards- counting on your minutes

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  • petals

      I kissed you last night So cruel the world is to me that it shall have your lips on mine Only in my dreams

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  • Mine.

      You know that feeling it feels like you’re walking on air   I would move stars if only you asked-   sweep sunlight right into thin air create ballads defying Chronos   I already know I’ve lost once I send you this song

    Éloa

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  • days eyes

          It’s late over there, are you sleeping? I keep looking- darling I keep searching for you everywhere. Hours have passed yet I am wide awake. The only time I know you’re real is when sleep starts catching up to me; that’s when I feel you. I can sense your movement; white petals…

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  • spice

      You are dangerous –   yet here you are sharp tongue and soft eyes you could put Satan to shame

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