the artist will
blind the colourful winds that
Define the glowing of our fronts.
the art's
Proposed feelings
Of our brick walled wedding
Shoot are beaming skins
Untorn.
Away with me before
I forget the next line
Of our universe;
Typewriter magic
Opening our smudged
Forever’s.
Let me know if your street
Opens up to her knees,
Because my heart is racing
And I have nowhere to fly.
Focus on the sinking ink
Because the new pen of
your skin is the only
Blood that leaks that leaves
that enters me
Sole; My soul.
Stubborn seas are
Etching in my skins;
Tormented by the
Velvet sunrise.
our clouds
Rain on my tongue so i
Can taste you when you
Leave the curtains
Blind; behind.
