A broken shadow moon
within his silent memory,
descending into the engulfing
a rising scream
to pierce through,
I seize your voice,
And sink it into the purple waves.
The spillage pours into my aura.
When I can’t understand the overflow of language;
I pause the burden.
Simone’s lilac lamenting
Into blend of din.
The third eye enchanted
in the ry ry rhyming sin.
I felt my twin flame INTENSITY in 1998.
And hey, I was desired the same.
I’m the purple passion vine climbing a windowsill.
You, metal petals on the kitchen floor.
Unreal my descending myth.
Poem: Naomi Ruth W.
Art: James Nares