cross our hands and pray to
the middle of our days;
ice storm eyes and
sunset breathing.
clutched fists fostering
naked beliefs in rivers
flavored with
rainbow pain
open heart
close fists
i am me in all forms
of mortar brick
and rotating
skins.
Friday, 7 December 2018
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...
