Spoiled Oasis

 

ImageSalvador Dali

 

Salvador Dali always manages to express his power through so many illustrations. It’s a quite sensual piece. Safe to say, I am truly and remarkably moved by the meaning! I wrote this a while back, being inspired after I had awakened from a dream of being drowned by an oasis. I also found a lot of inspiration from Martika’s ‘Coloured Kisses’:

“You give me, give me colored kisses
Colored kisses for my lips to taste
You lead me, lead me to an oasis
An oasis where I can lay
My head on your shoulder and pray”

It’s one of my favorite jams, I love how colorful it is. It’s safe to say, being spoiled by a beautiful oasis really grants my thirst!

 

Just a fountain of forever – a waterfall of regeneration
Wisely laying beside the water brooks
I am thirsty for my lips to taste the freshest springs that run into me
This oasis is my home – as I was born into the spell of the waters
Once it was then possible to drown my veins
As I tried to break free from the liquids of eternity
It isn’t so easy to harmonize with the rushing waters because the waves cover and cruise the motion of the ocean
The heart of my livelihood
Rests at the sleepless sounds of the night
Come to me and arise with a crush of transparency
Find yourself at the foundation of all living
Organize the species of all life and silence the scientific hypothesis of the origin
The rivers yearn for the spoiling of fresher rainfalls
The drought captivates the deadly sting of rotten righteousness
Blades are becoming rusty as they cut the lengths of watery pastries

Engulfed Cosmos

The chamber of your folly has cast an evening spell of virgin desires.

While at my new beginning, I laughed because of the sweet tenderness that was ancient.

The room is stained with a fury that raves the composition of your frame.

Without even touching you; you have pulled me in by the embrace of your S E X.

Almost kneeling before you – I must confess that my mind has made up a story of its own tale, my next move will narrate the grasp I watch.

No longer can I dissolve the sensual practice of waiting, my rising star is engulfed with the foretaste of our cosmos.

I’m moving along the whims to rip and shatter those chandeliers and wallpapers which focus – on your internal sense of design.

We both can feel the numb grooves, that silence begins to serenade within and with a slice of thrust, we can announce a noise above the grooves!

Again and again, you’ve pulled me into the fragile trance that keeps me at the tip of your straps.

My fingers are shouting at the knob that I’m turning clockwise and I hear the loud knocking off your heart.

I’m going to turn counterclockwise to readjust the shifting locks of your combination.

You can’t hide the alarm that is aware of the danger of this focus.

I’m invoked in the present state of burglary and my crimes have bypassed the law.

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Listen to Amel Larrieux’s Afraid for a deeper understanding.