Love Song

cacophony, zombie, sidestep, formed, migraine, French, too, nominal, dialect, swallowed, habitual, bonfire

whisper lovingly to me over the cacophony,

the primordial zombie soup of noise and colour.

we can sidestep the elephant

we've formed from our feces

but it still grows like a migraine...

there's only French in my head

mixed too with bits of glitter,

a nominal portion of oil paint and linseed

and i speak a dialect only you know.

we have swallowed each other

it's habitual, the nature of us,

to watch it all go up in the smoke of a bonfire

we started.

Lunar

It took a little out of her, that eclipse. She just wasn't really whole after it was over. Maybe the effort to produce that luminous orange glow would continue to eat away at her year after year, until one day she was just a part of the velvet expanse of the night.

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Added To My Verbal Bag Of Tricks

os·cu·late[os-kyuh-leyt] verb, -lat·ed, -lat·ing.

–verb (used without object)

1.

to come into close contact or union.

2.

Geometry . (of a curve) to touch another curve or anotherpart of the same curve so as to have the same tangent andcurvature at the point of contact.

–verb (used with object)

3.

to bring into close contact or union.

4.

Geometry . (of a curve) to touch (another curve or anotherpart of the same curve) in osculation.

5.

to kiss.

Origin: 
1650–60;  < L ōsculātus  (ptp. of ōsculārī  to kiss), equiv. to ōscul( um ) kiss, lit., little mouth ( see osculum) + -ātus -ate¹