Wednesday, 25 February 2015

damp fingertips

i defended your honor and
your blacks were turned against
us. swelling in your concrete
soundtrack i am forced to reconsider
the polite strokes this page veins
with; damp fingertips.
dance with my neglect
and make peace with my obsession.
remember my notes and undo
your frequency recultured
beneathes. i played literature;
i am your stapled steal calm
arms wrapped around our

silver soul.


heat beats

heartbeats in my palms  with tiger sky skin and tanned eyes with red clouds.  heaven sent another angel and Zen breathed again.  love slathe...