new title

crying stone eyes fight

for this night’s tender. in

a protagonist semi colon

we explained my me’s.

and when departed souls

were condemned for their green

palms we waited until we knew

how far our monarch wings would

take us. new title to our only

lonely sky will become

a nameless lullaby.

thunder blood

sharp blood and you

pray upon us

with inuit instincts. i remember

when you were dancing

in my liquid arms with squinted

heartbeats and beating new eyes.

here on my skinned wall you

paint your fears with thunder

blood. you compromised me into

labor like littles and forgot to

sing to distance's foggy eyes;

the litter was unique until

we undid the past nocturnals

of our servant tombs.

so i will be your serpent

skin and fight off the

grey wind tease. this

poem had no presence in

our past.

dear jade

you picked me up and we drew up

our own calligraphy skies‎. your were

the only one there by my bones and

spirit alike ; through the thickness of

the thins and the untoughtfuls of

our societies broken limbs.

you touched me everyday without 

moving a heartbeat. my soul will

never be broken now because i have

her to pick up where you left off.

her tiny toes succumbed to

your forestry cement and she

bowed her head to your forever 

knowledge waterfall. i left

you in peace. you leave

me peaceful. 

the sound was

so beautiful that we neglected the

seas' togetherness. in the end

you and i were always an

already togetherness of green

utopia and indigo bloods.

paintings into my sky eyes

gothic mermaid spearheading my

foreign altitude and planting

paintings into my sky eyes.

i found you weeping on the last

cloud we dreampt upon. sudden words

damage our insides but

soon thereafter their

foreign legs will mold

the hardened cement into

a background smile. i am

your humble grass hugging

your feet dancing with your

pelvic and combing the native

winds with ready altitude

fingertips. i was a dry

mermaid fin this whole

time.