-Aaron Hoyle
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| Story Of A Man Searching For Love | ||||||
| Face studded with rivulets of tears seen weekly on my diaphonous skin. Vellum wipe the tears away as I decoriously breathe in. My entire life held within my eyes, my truths and my lies, but all in distinct disquise. Averting my eyes rent asunder in antimony for such a painted beauty. Coldly gaze now on the sceptor of realms. He complements me on my nails of opalescence and reveals to me his. See you, a dream of silver haze, lithe body yoked in sculptured embrace. Bold lipstick smeared as the breath of mistical rapture is silenced with a kiss. You bring fourth the wine of sunlight and pour us into the glamour of the moon. Lying supine amongst the flame patterns dancing all around, projecting thyself into nights star-guilt crown. Blessed be the eyes that have seen love, a luxurious palace, a mansion in the night. Still lingering in the colors of sunrise as shivering bodies awake amidst nowhere. Eyes behold with wonder the flesh gently traced by the finger. The secrets enshrined on illuminated pages. Literary treasure spread by poet and carovan to the splendid courts of love. O favorite daughter in whos garden blooms a flower of the rarest scent. Still looking for love, looking for her in the cooling shadows of lyricized moons. This is story of a man searching for love. Searching for the pages and the poems he has not yet read. -Aaron Hoyle |
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