Only feathers
to cover her privacy,
stretching back into a cape.
A slate blue skirt
made of fresh flower petals
quivering in the breeze.
Future children
whisper stories
not yet told
and destiny murmurs
promises
in ears not ready
for hot blushes.
by matt at shadow of iris
yet to come
A complete standstill
an energyless environment
a frozen street corner
where icicles shimmer
and reflect illusory waves
as you stand
sure you are sliding
ever so slowly towards
yesterday’s destiny.
– matt at shadow of iris
a complete standstill
Continuous circular motion
protons
electrons
the tip of your microscope
inciting them
into a frenzy
exhibitionists
who only dance
when watched;
destiny
splitting into two
with you
on the wrong side of it.
– matt at shadow of iris
continuous circular motion
The reaper knows
only the dead debris
yet still he sees
our destiny.
– matt at shadow of iris
the reaper
Like newly hatched sea turtles
turning towards the rolling surf
or the dance of a honey bee
at the sight of a vibrant flower
all I need see
is the outline of your form
and the pang begins
deep down
in the very core of me;
I’d stare at you forever
if you’d let me
content that I had found
my destiny.
– matt at shadow of iris
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