drug dealing my awkward
silences for detailed eyelashes
and we are still sleeping;
cure me with your cloudy
palms. birds feathering our
remorse and we believe in
our rooted chakras once again.
pardon my alive as i enter
this darkened sunrise.
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...
