Combustion of Soul

My soul is cracking to jazz beats, fine, untuned.

Crawling notes from the tuba leave me feeling misused;

Misunderstood complexity of spheres, an innuendo of glowing stars,

The spicy, sensational Salsa of the planets, shaking 🫨

Musical instruments comply to the movement of galaxies untuned. Untouched by human rules.

Suffused between rings of dedicated audacity.

Shattered. Splattered. Spasms. Chasms.

My heart aching to explode, imploding with feelings too big,

Too much craving to run away from gravity’s pull.

No AIR, no FLAIR, no AI to boot me.

I am coliding with my inner self-awareness.

Read me and save me from my chaotic wanderlust, among stars and far off planets.

Bring me back into your embrace. Your face soft, your visage complex, my life.

Love breaks and shakes our world.

Receive my soul as a disguise, my race contradicts humanity’s desires;

I break hearts,

yet my soul remains wanting for more, bustling, beautiful explosion of joy.

Soul vs heart,

In comes the mind to judge the game of universal misunderstandings in love.

And my heart breaks again.