Meal

"Meal" - Recorded 3/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them A mealButNot to feedStillMouthsTonguesButNotWith teethAll of meOnAll of youAll of youOnAll of meI tasteYour breathOnYour kissSweetI feelYour breastsMy handsWe danceYou leadYour hairMy chestNo rest butAt peaceIn bed yetNo sleepMy mouthYour neckYour hipsYour lipsYourCurled feetSplayedOnWetSheetsI riseTo meetYour callYour needYour nailsMy backBreak skinI bleedYou … Continue reading Meal

oh, mea culpa (8, again)

"oh, mea culpa (8, again)" - Auroraboros - Recorded 2/24/2021 - Objects, and the Distance Between Them wehave always wereandare(our name is blue star)where the sign isthat which makes youso farall golden yellow pink and orangefresh yetcrawling naked in the rottenEarth and fleshrivers reddeadferment soiled fed to wedEmerald shimmer your dress nowI am not Godbut … Continue reading oh, mea culpa (8, again)

Flowers in the Snow

For you; yes, you. For us. For what comes next. "Flowers in the Snow" - Recorded 1/10/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them Broke crust; boot to Earth.In winter's step, new to grow.Descend to(o), sanctum deep.Observe: bones,Picked clean, long ago.Mid-day, sun gleam.Bright light, dark though. Bow now.Lit, torch.Cast toWhite glow. New ground.New … Continue reading Flowers in the Snow

A Dirty Sort of Clean

For you, once more, and forever. đź’™ "A Dirty Sort of Clean" - Recorded 1/9/2021 - Auroraboros - Objects, and the Distance Between Them I have seen…A dirty sort of clean…Paradox? Sure.But I'll take it. "Expect the unexpected." I have seen…Water running over, flowing,Spilling out as these words do now…From my mouth and from my … Continue reading A Dirty Sort of Clean

The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)

Poison cloud still hangs from Imploded Vapor Mystic; Thought she'd been left behind, Turns out she had left her mind. Departure left void that None could fill Were they to even find Path through darkened mist of Dead, decayed, undefined. Mirror fold and Shatter, Must now see Not two but three, Not I but we, … Continue reading The Fall of the Vapor Mystic, Part I (We Must Be Loved)