Absorption

A drop of light peels down my skin— a burning sensation making me search for seeking cessation or alternatives. May I find strength for what is before the streak rolls past my lips? How the sting snaps my quaking visage from the flames and reminds me of the blazing, blinding truth. That light and dark hold life’s heart in their endless palms. Warmth and cool invigorating me as far as a syzygy that draws us beyond. A drop of light begets Myriad waves. glimmering blankets shrouding my face. The drop of flame felt far more furious alone, when one cheek still knew shadow. Now my flesh knows not cold but it loves what it knows. Shadow remains familiar but becomes uncomfortable as virtue is assumed. The mirror is visible, shine consumes, finally. My likeness as moons beauty, smiling down. To me, there’s no difference if I am the sun or moon. As long as you see me, you’ll see their light too. A drop of light becomes my skin. Absorption. Bloods courses is the only importance. A drop of light is pointless, though gorgeous. Substance lies in soil. To which Souls slip and are eaten for their toil. Rip the bandaid off like a moyel. A bit of humor hurts the heart. For there’s no armor, just a cage, but you’ll learn to love it all, by all regards. To feel the heat inside yourself, you too come from cores of stars. You hold their heart and feel the pressure. Tension rising, splitting vectors. Isn’t it lovely? The weight and warmth? An ocean of light that touches all but can’t be touched. You can’t get enough. It’s hard to hold the heat of the sun and the darkness of creation. Shiva, kali, cleanse me. Carve my head and let the blood paint my body. Smear me on the walls, lest the decor gets too gaudy. For so much gold would surely be off putting. Veins vanish, I’m full of plasma pudding. Gave my ego a vacation, sent him plenty cookies. He didn’t thank me, he felt deserving. Of course would he. He hates the light but craves it. He doesn’t know why. Neither does lust— Which hungers for light and darkness. Thankfully my humility is bisexual and loves life either way. A drop of light becomes my skin. Absorption. Bloods courses is the only importance. A drop of light is pointless, though gorgeous. Substance lies in soil. To which Souls slip and are eaten for their toil. Rip the bandaid off like a moyel. Polarity’s rapture ravages my ranges and valleys. From stars to neutrons, clinging to my remaining charge, I remember this feeling is familiar. I’ve been here before. So I’ll do this again. Though the darkness has become somewhat of a chore, I just hope I don’t once again walk into that home— the one of which I can’t pretend to not feel a little comfortable in. More than a little comfortable in. I must evacuate remaining morsels from the faults in my skin. And remedy them by returning them to my heart. Once again I have heat, and that’s how it starts. From supernova, to nebula, a star is born. A drop of light peels down my skin. A burning sensation seeking cessation or alternatives. May I find strength for what is before the welt rolls past my lips? A drop of light begets Myriad waves. glimmering blankets shrouding my face. The drop of flame felt far more furious alone, when one cheek still knew shadow. Now my flesh knows not cold but it loves what it knows. Shadow remains familiar but becomes uncomfortable as virtue is assumed. The mirror is visible, shine consumes, finally. My likeness as moons beauty, smiling down. To me, there’s no difference if I am the sun or moon. As long as you see me, you’ll see their light too. A drop of light becomes my skin. Absorption. Bloods courses is the only importance. A drop of light is pointless, though gorgeous. Substance lies in soil. To which Souls slip and are eaten for their toil. Rip the bandaid off like a moyel.