childish pain. come through my
fingers and lets bleed for forty
days. unopened tongues await
destiny's strokes of wisdom;
cages that made benevolent
serpents fall asleep.
i am global in our love.
the universe is so small
with you in my canvas and
your paint brush strokes my skin
and i release gold.
i release.
further galleries
alluding to my aftertaste
and your serene becomes
my tall taste.
feeling your soul through
this cosmic comfort,
i am spirit running free
against your tired proportion
of our perfect
opaque scene.
i wake up with you; for you.
