Sunday, 2 April 2017

blue moon again

where we left off in kindred
heartbreak; forgive me, blue moon.
nothingness into apparatus of our 
euphoric salutations to the sunrise
and sunsets of our old membranes 
and darkness clouds. i grieve your
brightens and define your yellow
chakra. believe me and we can
finale a fire spirit dance upon
my blades of dilluted veined leaves.

a blue moon kiss.
again.



 

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...