ConfessionLips met in clumsy haiku,Confession by BeyondJen
against each other, pressed,
the way the earth touches the sky,
soft and whimsy as the dusk.
Tongues painted passion-
halcyon atmosphere, infused,
-upon every awaiting space offered.
Metaphors dotted the hallows of limbs and tasted like the seasons-
a bursting and vibrant spring,
a hot and passionate summer,
an adventurous and teasing autumn,
a cozy and comfortable winter,
-all at once.
Skin smelled like Frangipani, an offering-
blossoming with intensity as the sun draped itself in twilight's shawl,
-and felt like a brick wall crumbl
"The windows of my soul I throw
Wide open to the sun."
you can call me madis. i am a christian. i write and draw; i review tea. i’m an english major, bible/theo minor. i have a fledgling music vlog that may turn into a book review vlog if i ever get around to it. i read a lot. a lot a lot. used bookstores are my weak spot. also goodwill, goodwill’s lovely.
i follow some pretty cool cats, so check them out, yes? yes. glad we have that sorted.
i tend to awkwardly liveblog and splatter feelings all over the place.* you have been warned in advance. i take no responsibility for spoilers. if there are spoilers in the post, i will tag it “spoilers.”
in discworld, my favorite character is DEATH. i feel as if this is relevant. i ship river and the doctor. otp 5evar right there. if i was a shoe, i’d like to think i would be a pair of nice, shiny oxfords. what i actually am are those cracked leather boots you’ve had for ages and that you can’t throw away because they’re so comfortable. so there’s that.
if there was magic in the world, it’d be in the poetry.
so that’s me.