Mercifully Mixing

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His upper mouth

faintly speaks

it quietly blows

aged bubbles of despair

blue hugeness frequenting the moon

love shaping his bride

starving his unpainted smile

the extracted spirits

who once claimed his veins

momentarily

between those rivers

where voices spark

spark wanting strokes

where the terrific pleasure of being alive lives and wonderfully loves

15 thoughts on “Mercifully Mixing

  1. You my dear just need to continue to ‘pulp in joy’ ~ we love reading your magical expressions here ~
    Not sure my walk is’ lighting too many skies’ these days though — hips and spine are taking a toll – I’m trying hard not to let the pain steal my soul though …. and when you can, do read my latest post ~ ‘Pain Dance’, and let me know how I did with my attempt to turn pain into art :) Much Love to you Mari – you are a light in my life ~ truly !!! RL xo

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