Friday, 17 February 2017

peace tattoo

writer of all things small;
i take my time with you and
cry unevenly. 
if there are trees that breathed upon
your subtle hair then let my neck 
retire, let me into your soul, whole.
pieces into one love affair of
shattered waitings for forevers
have started to appear on
our vacant walls.

we need more.

torn down to frowns with peeled
distances from every colored
shadow we defined; we 
decided to dance, so lets
fly.






this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...