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Mairin Margot

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Cosmic Pink

I once had a dream that I died.

But it wasn’t sad or scary; it was beautiful.
Because I was reborn in all the memories that I’ve seen and in all the people that I’ve met along the way.

I lived a full life and although at times it might have not felt like it, I cherished every moment of it.

When I awoke to my younger self it felt strange and unfamiliar as I grew so acquainted with the wrinkles and my elderly skin.
Once the feeling of perplexity wore off, a peaceful warmth settled all over my and mind.

I now knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, that every tear would let us dream of forgotten lands, that every smile was teaching us the wisdom of silliness, that every scream was part of the soundscape we call life.

Wet afternoon thoughts

 

I am dirty can you handle it?

You said you loved the filthy

And the polyamorous

So don’t waste time like you always do

Im overheated, melting away
Careful now, we’re right on the edge

Between heaven and hell

Or the politics of Cop26 And the realms of divine 69

I should be sad and I am but not just my tears are wet

Oceans are rising in my panties
Sticky and hot, ready for you to explore

Consequences are a bore

Friction isn’t smooth so prepare to break

We take and we take and we take
So take me now and make forget

Ignorance is bliss, don’t think just yet

 

Am I provoking? Don’t you like my tone
Choke me for pleasure, I love it in here
Out there my cries aren’t heard, in here they make you hard

Right here, right now and we hate that we don’t care

But in this moment, I want it all
I’m your sinner, disgusting and greedy
I want my dreams, want the things that love can’t buy

This need I won’t deny

My father doesn’t know I call you daddy

But Gaia knows that she is dying
How sick can we be, I want to play

Take me to the theatre of lust

A free show, just the two us

Any minute now and I’ll erupt
Too late for us to turn back
You preach but love the comfort way too much

Sweet angel, isn’t that also a little corrupt

 

I adore our little games
But this ain’t Venus love, we’re burning up

The liquid of Gods evaporating in flames

My curvy body, like heaven he claims

Sweat dripping, last heavenly drops of life

Next time invite your wife

Little darling stands throat deep in water, clever one knows not to let her head down now
One last bow, the show is over
Are you proud of your legacy?

Or is it hard to think breathlessly

Fucking in the moonlight of a peaceful world,
Where garden lanterns illuminate the paradise in bloom

And dreams are dancing in the many suns
Our morning love, sweeter than warm cinnamon buns

On cloud nine no one drowns
Oh how sweet and unreachable that sounds

Glass Windows

White Pillars full of knowledge reaching for the blue

A portal of stained glass channeling the gentle warmth

Clear sunlight dances as sparkles on her porcelain skin

Paradise blowing me a kiss while soft lips meet hot afternoon tea

Our fine China is especially delicate today

In here the colour palette lives for green and white

Out there only red is known

Clouds

The smell of Italian herbs warms the air

I see your dimples smile while we’re floating in a red wine sea

My garden lanterns illuminate the paradise in bloom

Soft summer rain giving life to poetry

Dreams dancing in the many suns

Our morning love, sweeter than warm cinnamon buns

The summer meadow knows all good is infinite

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