Monday, 12 January 2015

everything in thins

i've bowed down
to your weakness
and stayed back
to say i love you.
laid awake to breathe you in.
wherever you
choose i already
begin to cry.
i am equal to nothing if
i can't be with yours.
you are my aura you are
my new universe my

ancient door

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...