Maesyn (poetry) - "Ocean Osmosis"

Maesyn
new love poem, "Ocean Osmosis"


Ocean Osmosis

Cool fever. Feed me.
I have no hunger.
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You are the ocean
I am osmosis.

You draw the depths of me
on the skin of my dilated pupil.
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There I am perching, flooding, immersing
my infinite into your ocean of art.

Here I am surging, electric pulse burning
a hole in the rings of the tree that I bark.

There you are toeing, within the hair, bowing
the pulp of the music that sings through my heart

Here we are playing,
While skin is decaying
and freeing from bondage
What keeps us apart
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I am not your judgments of me, I never have been and I never will be
I am not my judgments of me, I never have been and I never will Be
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Maiden is surging
From sleeping to merging
A lightning strike, deep
in the calm of my keep.

(And in the distance in the corner,
House sounds squeaking and squawking
a parakeet choking on sweetbread and malted feathers).
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4
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Here I am sitting one leggedly crossed
With TP in ears, cotton shrapnel and moss.
I hum, fill the drum, try to drown out the mess
that i might more seamlessly merge with your Yes.
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5
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It's an addiction so you give yourself over to it
Holding the globe, feeling the flow of it
Dipping your toes in the
well, now just go with it.
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6
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In the back room walls are riddled with red
From writhing and snaking through marbling lead

O taste my devotion and fire my grid
I'll hold you forever, as minding, we bend.
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Your rhythm within me is lips to my wine
it feels you've been stitched as the grapes on my vine

A skeleton to flesh
A merging suit and vest
your lip to my mouth pressed
the quilted stitching of a nest
Blood salt in the mouth, blessed
An infant to my breast
From orange peel to zest
our porousness at best
a wave trough to its crest
the sleep within the rest
the ribcage to the chest
the ego to impressed

But the ego isn't real!

What?

But I have a 22-pointed theory about the dissolution of egoic tendencies, and...

Shit!
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Your words complete my thoughts
and i'm indebted to the debtors
the breath within asphyxiation,
words burn within my letters.

The pegs within the clocktower, folding into place
they click with crackling fire that steams and
warms my furnaced face

Ever upwards, ash ascending
There you'll find us burning bills
Ever upwards, sky descending
making sense of wakes and wills.

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[khyemamri]

pensive meanings...

nice cadence and rhyming.

interesting/cute accents.

so hypnotic, the pulse of your intonation and soft, breathy words...

appreciation and gratitude for sharing!

peace, love and aloha...

write on, maesyn~!