Friday, 7 September 2018

regardless



empty hole with
beaming sunrise quartz
laid against my sanity;
blown away among the trees
and fire earth wind water succumb
to the knowing, land.

to the knotted grief
untied to our truths and
hallow freedom designed by
this jade; opal eyes
filled with river tears and
at the hand of all her rainbows
i can breathe.

...she tilted her head towards
the blue moon heartbeat
of my heartbeat.







polished beads

adorn my heat again to seam through the veins of my heart and inside the steel of my toe.  i see pink clouds in her hair; she seeds  thunder...