Friday, 20 April 2018

separated skies

when we were born
the skies parted and made
a velvet valley for cried in rivers
and monogamous rain.


vague nerves attend our
funeral as we wash your dried leaves
of inspiration off our memory;
you held our dreams and sewed
them to our today. masked the
ether into an omniscient bird
song we leaped into your faithful trunk
and redeemed ourselves onto
your tired arms; thank you for
your magic.
the dream was looking down on
you the day you separated
our skies.


blushing old bride

 came for the nearing heights to wait on the toe of our left cornered kiss; remember the suction of our peace? how often does it forget? I a...