freedom in your caged
eyes
brought by this last
stroke
of my painting. the
finished
piece of my mine not me
but
mine. the copper delight
of
our already rested tombs.
midnight black pain with
metallic rose
twitches our prints
sabotaging the inner
winds of our troubled
theatre; midnight
lovers dancing art. you
are
as i am. you were always inside me;
today i bleed your black
words.
dragonfly cowgirl.
freedom wild horses.
bare jade tree branched us.
fearless.
fearless.
fascination with our
downfall
we are staged and beneath
our angry masks, but we
look at each other;
through each other
through each other.
