Monday, 15 February 2016

loud skin

we are loud and indispensable
we are air of breaths taken
last and water that rain did not
hug while coming down. serpents
of indigo hues manifest our errections
and our posture is now complete.   


invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...