Sunday, 24 January 2016

sundried canopy

black bird in a night
sunrisen cloud; i see clearer
now that you are free. misspelled
contours of space and brick eyes
elevated our calligraphy hearts into
the knowing of grey scaled skies.
i am reminded to stay still and 
breathe slow towards you;
you, my magical utopia, you,
my sundried canopy.


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...