when we fell, ran raging
through flame-thrown fields
together, tethered hand in humbled hand
heads bright and buried
in blissful blooms of softest sands
it didn’t matter, the grating clatter of
hell’s hordes crippled chase
pitchfork hands branded
coward’s crosses held, belt high
all lasting love, that made grave difference
was truth in me with you
and you with me in faith
our mastery of mystery’s magic
cast threats on empty breaths
night’s lavish light
clouds darkest depths of sunken souls
rush your liquored lips across
my day-bruised hips
carry me far astray
to fresh and glowing ways
let aching earth’s whisper
soothing spell on raw blades of black
an infant love to birth new lands
to reigning king of kindness and
queen’s gentle highness
from this decadent day forward
we’ll rush headlong into our forever
tara caribou & Anthony Gorman | ©️2018
Hello and welcome to the twisted minds of tara and Anthony. There’s nothing quite like creating your own land and then ruling it divine.
“rush your liquored lips across….” A line that caught me attention, but I don’t know why? A bit of intoxication is nice now and then, and one that still allows me to drive my car legally even though your words are over my legal limit of understanding…
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Thanks (I think?)
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All right then. It was great! A nice combination, with words that painted images in my mind, that cannot be translated into words….
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Reblogged this on hands in the garden and commented:
A collaboration with an amazing poet. When we mash minds, magic happens.. 🙂 I adore her.
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You are one smart human. Thank you. You missed nothing and understood everything.
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Thank you. But… I should be thanking you because I always look forward to what you’re going to share next.
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Alliteration always makes me smile 🙂
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Me too!
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