Wednesday, 1 November 2017

some kind of new darks

longer than expected i glorify
in your distance and
hide through the black new
where delusional mermaids
sing across their ambient
blue ribs and course multiplied
hair falls.


i will turn to water and
vocabulary's lovers will
define my eyes in ruins and
perfect omniscience.


i will become golden
in your dessert
and manifest this dream
into white paper and
unspoken calligraphy.


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...