a mountain sphere i am
withering along your
removed corpse;
feather puncturing my
unreasonable spine
i am a flavor to this
version of skies.
dark necks throbbing
above another galactic
star;
where i am moonlit
in your classic
intentions.
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...
