Friday, 27 July 2018

i end and you feel

i collaborate with
your labyrinth ends and the texture
of this gasping air chokes your next
step. uneasy strides towards the
structured lotus posture our backs
have forgotten to sit with.


effortless sweat falls off our
wrists drenched in black inked
midnights. caress me find me
intertwine with me whole..


then adapt me into your lines
as i freedom breathe each
nothing.



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...