THE EVENING PARTY HAS MOVED

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Sara 

Advance oh Night, and place cool hands over our burning ears, so that the day's blaze becomes but a murmur, a gentle glow around the edges that will flicker sleepily, and eventually expire.

I wish that, should you force open my ribcage with confident hands, the walls of my heart chamber would blush with as many brilliant strokes.

Back there, in November, I witnessed a short-circuit at the mouth of the tunnel. Flames crackled in a raging surge towards the heavens before turning into dust. The tide slipped the sand a final mercurial kiss before succumbing to the whiteout. Even the eye of God let his amber iris blaze before the advancing haze of sleep.

OUR FLESH | OUR SKIES | OUR DREAMS | ARE RAW

I find it hard to believe that mere chance brings you to me. Surely when my shaded face looks up to you it is being called. You may not know my name but my affliction touches you, and in turn your remedy pierces me. Do not erase these words, written, painted, kissed.

I fought the dream, but the dream won. Quiet and passive as I tried to be, these colours kept screaming within me. Look closely, my irises swirl and pulse continuously, a storm is ripping through.

I want to be consumed by these landscapes.
Have their glitter fill my eyes, mouth, and lungs; to have blood that sparkles.

Oh summer skin, warm and supple, full of freshness, I miss you already. I remember I spent this day reading Proust in my yard, and at evening I lay on the couch to observe my favourite tree atop the hill. She danced with the breeze, in the full bloom of the setting sun, and my legs tingled at the sight.

People I know have mentioned a lack of romanticism this summer. Maybe I'm content with too little but I had a marvelous time. I felt so in tune with all the colours, scents, and textures. It was as though the season finally found me ripe enough for embracing, and decided to enhance all my senses. I think she did her best caressing at the island. There I lay my head to rest on her lavish lap and was completely consumed. Oh heaven really is closer than you think, you just have to let it find you! One day I'll have a little cottage too, and paradise will be with me always.

That day the snow bent every tree
You banished me with iron chain
I heard your venomous decree
"Return when Helios reigns again".

Today his light warms every bone
Even death it could beguile
Keep your promise, lips of stone,
Let me see you smile.