response to Eve III by Cory Garcia
i weave the butterfly hairs into your looks and they look like feathers blowing in the airs with no one to read the book the tongue stopped by time
the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds
the light seeping through the crac… as the soul longs to be seen spraying colors of emotions as seeing the soul with clear lens the split mirror shows two sides
the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute
he spoke to me once about a purple bubble - protecting as is the mustard seed hanging in a necklace - where did it go where did these emotions grow
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground
i tried sign language, the languag… they call it, the mating call, the… of the pelican to the penguin as t… and you see the light through the… and know that there is hope, waiti…
feeling threatened by the trees with their icy glares, reaching as if i am the flower and it the gatherer, some call them, others write notes and send them i…
emotions seared without heart speared like the mixing of the molecules sweat and oil pressing together distance gone with out setting a p…
we were young as we walked through… the pearly golden gates scratching our head from the dandruff attack that we breathed in
the words dancing with the notes as you make the music sing up and down as they go around per-sifted to fill the air
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
hidden emotions brakes the soul rips and tears remain effecting the physical and making it decay
with hardness of heart great gnashing there will be lost in eternity if one came back they would see
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…