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.







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...