AnonymousAphasia

Nameless, faceless plague, Thickly seeping into a cracked vessel, Imbibing every cirrus, every eager breath. The sludge trudges, The Black contracts, bereaved, The verdant grid, relieved The sluggish spell begins to quell Ardor, Now only a whimper on fragile lips Nameless, faceless plague Swelling in congruence with every slower swipe Maneuvering the psychic climate Into Barrenness. The Black is marvelously alluring, She charms only genuine energies, vexes them. She works against the Organic propulsion Whose effort honors boundless proliferation Nameless, faceless plague Abiding in once animate ducts (shrinking and vascular) Clogging and

pride, is a wiry  sirenred it tastes peppery like arugula; vinegary and wide it sounds like hollow breath against a spit-curdled horn it smells like fresh poppies in a stale room(a modest bloom) it looks like a misfired smirk, all sideways and color it makes you feel stoic and bound like the last dandelion tendril-to-fly

Licks his flaky lips, Shaky digits reason with the subtle spew of Earth's ale, Water snakes curl on his vertebrae Their translucent sinews Contracting in dim light Amid the encapsulation from an avaricious Lover, He recalls a mistress, His glassy eyes Took in her enthralling geography - The plateau of her diaphragm Descending gently into the valley of her navel Her ample breasts tenderly rose and fell With the pulsating of her ready heart. It's like the frothy rim of sea lapping at the coast's bosom, It's like the unfolding of a cactus flower. She softly parts her legs (like avid stomata), His body cradles her, Their b