Blue flowers which shine like stars under the night sky

I could say more but what do I say, ur skin on ur bedspread under the night sky is calling out to ur surroundings like a tiny whisper to the air which provides the fragrance. I could hurl out but what's the point the little blue stars under the tree are already gathering around you. I could smell in futility but u would never be able to reach the eyes of the urchin that can see the dust flail and glow about u. The illiterate could never understand beauty anyway how would he see the perfume in the weather about u. How stricken he would be by the pain in every drop of the moment about u that could only entwine and die out in spaces around u. How would he see the presence around u, how would he feel the presence around u, how would he be the presence around u. The long traces of black shall meander through the night like meadows floating in the sky and covered as though by the mist and the sky they shall sparkle in the effervescence of the unilateral imagery constrained by the pangs of charred hunger and insatiable greed of beauty. I shall continue to captivated by the essence of freedom as the glory of beauty will continue to chain me. Blessed I am as I am tortured and chained by the lack and trauma of the universe joking on me. The ruby red lips laugh and mock me as I daringly and fearfully sneak a look at them. Gutted through the teeth of the mocking bird, gutted through the teeth of my enemy, the victor slimy pangs of poison melting my inner mind, every inch of my soul, but why should I look in disbelief as beauty makes a mockery of me