Sketchbooks From Other Planets

“Sketchbooks From Other Planets”

To lay a page down upon you.

Charcoal captured by chemical creation stifling unprepared centurions. Safeguarding the last gallery of sensation, climactic reinvention smudged exquisite. Grey sky seated at baseline shaded in landscape with good intention.

Sing out favorite colors with closed eyes, politely losing everything to date. Sketching your likeness black and white from cinematic theory on hypothetical theatrics. Satarized memories held in fine meals, table conversations on neorealism and how the lonely best debate. Trace thousands of thoughts before mindful lapse. Sweet meetings gone by compliment of fruitful plate.

To pick heavy pages off you.

Smudged hands, scarred from pyrography, resuscitate oblivious centurions to rely on revelation in calvary. Abrade repeats harm in neglecting hurried mammals as they block passage to escape. We wicked roll our eyes and soar like cackling bats on the echos of stealing one last feast while we wait.

Beyond nucleus and atom, and you like Eve, clothed in the color green makes me believe in eden, while knowing reasons serpents, gained the need with you to speak.