Thursday, 21 April 2016

i was your artist


but before i go, let's meet. 
before the tide ends 
short beneath our new 
beginningwhen change was 
the only constant I disrupted 
its natural course and deprived 
my skin from bleeding its own 
black; forgive me, i thought 
i was your artist.  

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...