Thursday, 5 February 2015

distance and lines

i have composed you
and dreamed your eyes and
shut your torso sideways.
slow visits down your throat
makes me intend you and
submit to your foreign literature.
remember how i used to love the way
you said that?
“foreign”
we have become;

that.

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...