ALangford

United Kingdom

semi on hiatus because i have decided i am no writer

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'lol don't stay awake writing shitty angsty poetry again eh'
urr what no would never can't relate 400% nuh ??

kadupul flowers 3/09

September 4, 2018

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midnight turns the softness
on the nape of your neck
to mine, a debt gifted to me 
in the intimacies 
of a fingertip, your skin 
on my pulse. the contours 
of your face fade to concealment. rapid breath
and kisses are our currency - furtive, eager contact sanctioned by starlight 
and bathed in kadupul flowers,
blissful purgatory under
a watchless moon, where
to touch you is an admission
of a guilt unsated by 
expression. we will last the night
and never the day: i reserve your smell 
for sleeplessness, blind desire
made ridiculous by  sunrise 
and the oath of sobriety 
after. 

the dawn makes garish promise
of the proximity of day
in the depths of our heat
the kadupul flowers shrivel
into fetidity 
with the light

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3 Comments

  • mayfly

    This is Pablo Neruda but not gross!!! I’m obsessed with your writing style because it seems to absorb all the little moments and shines light on them from every angle. Your account is one I will undoubtedly look forward to looking at


    over 2 years ago

  • ALangford

    thank you so much you have no clue how much that means to me :))


    over 2 years ago

  • rainandsonder

    This is the kind of poetry that I aspire to write one day. It's absolutely gorgeous.


    over 2 years ago