authenticated blue distracting
everything we ever found to be
honest in this world; hearts
beating fast and ceramic rainbows
are bleeding seasons. and we,
we are destroying freedoms.
look what thunder reaches upon
our gilded butterflies;
we are magic in our realm.
you and i, we are magicians
awakened by our distant
crying wounds.
rustic molasses threatening
my dreaming while i sleep
in your arms and dance with
your senses. i am in your
derivative already;
already attached to your
limbs.
