Metamorphosis

 

Metamorphosis.

A chrysalis,

ready to break out.

Renewed.

Will I have wings of doubt?

Ohhhh,

will they glow?

What if I have two heads

and no toes?

Or a face

with no eyes or nose?

I could become anything.

Just need to keep

sitting here cocooning.

 

I've been reading books.

No Wi-Fi signal

in this husk,

so, no Facebook

to scroll,

No Tik Tok

hell hole.

No social phobia machines

to make me feel inadequate,

just my own brain

and I'm set.

 

Is it time yet?

I rap at the membrane,

then relax back down again, no rush,

this room provides lunch.

It's not very spacious,

but it's great

to only hear the hush.

Just quiet, no yearning.

Peaceful 

without the constant

grind of gears, 

or churning wheels turning 

the earth

into a motorway to transport tears,

 

I've become focused,

my mind blessed

with all new words.

I've been exploring

the mountains in my mind..

The soft steady rains

drift peacefully into

the chasms of thought,

filling my brain with new outlooks

and new outcrops to climb.

 

Metamorphosis,

what will come of this?

I hear a rumble,

as around me the cocoon

begins to crumble,

and I'm reborn.

I look in the mirror,

and I look exactly the same.

Just a wise smile

frames my face,

 where the grimace 

no longer remains.

I know now

that I've always been

in the right place.

 

 

 

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Phantom rivers of light

 

I want to kiss

the dark void,

knowing that my lips

will connect

with your soft head.

Feel your warmth,

as we lay

shipwrecked

on the desert island

of my bed.

 

Barely visible through the dark,

just the moonlight upon skin.

Etched outlines over which

fingertips embark,

across the stark canvas of night.

Lines that mesmerise.

I'm drawn to memorise,

by painting them every

day and night,

into the dawning

drawing pad of my mind.

 

Breath races at a heightened pace

as I trace the moonlight

which enlightens

your face,

as you lay in the darkness

beside me. The lapping waves

of the sea or butterflies awakened

deep in the belly, trying to break free.

 

All I see are imaginary palm trees

shimmering out of view and you,

those lines of perfection,

phantom rivers of light,

solid under fingertips of love,

that the nighttime moon above

has deemed are in need of projection,

and who am I to question?

When I’m sinking into

the ocean of your affection

 

And as the sunlight

starts to glow

I'll be even more dazzled,

by the sight

so many miles below.

In this bed, once an island

on an empty ocean

Now a glowing landscape,

A temple of emotion.

And you lay beside me here,

No longer just outlines,

whole landscapes appear,

becoming more defined,

and the image

Is divine.

I want to spend eternity

tracing every line.

 

 

 

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Memories in the clockface

 

I remember days 

beside the sweetest tides.

Fairground rides and fantasy.

Our escape boat getaway to sea.

Those worn steps

to the highest peaks.

A clock creaking.

Hours unspoken,

words we never thought

we'd speak.

Minutes we never

thought we'd seek.

 

I remember

ice cream drizzles

dripping

on sizzling sands,

as we lock eyes

and clasp tightly

with our hands.

Never wanting

to let go

of these seconds

as they slip steadily

across the face of time.

 

I remember

kisses

taking my breathe,

giving it to you,

to store forever

in reserve.

To preserve

the time we had to share.

I remember your hair,

touching my face,

teasing

a feathery embrace.

 

I remember

standing in sunsets,

as the moon rises.

I can never forget,

the reflection

in your irises.

Even though

none of this

has happened yet.

 

 

 

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Kyle