Sunday, 27 September 2020

close all of me

to open all of your demise 
into a protagonist overwhelming 
pour of osmotic gratitude.
the great of our lesser service;
an earth vacuumed into a 
numb fist.

higher priestess standing still
above this loud earth and dripping 
sky; i bleed and believe us.
where you open i close
my vision into a parting
tribe where i let her go
and finite your sword
and land my wand.

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...