before we wait let our
senses of us guide us
into
vertebrae strength. the
jade tree that begun our
roots. the day its greens
laid upon our streaming
veins we started our
growing
and our leaning onto each
other’s
home eyes. that jade tree
was my is. the vertebrae
strength of us.
you are my aura of
every written wrong
on this prison wall. the
wise
of my kin inside these
professional
words irritate my blood
and grow
in my sideway dreaming.
i will walk on water with
you and as the wild
horses hair
fly freedom; breasts
magic
will remind us why we
came here to
begin with. our shadows
will fall
backwards and tears will
fail
themselves. living beyond
our
mess.
