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.  

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...