Tuesday, 8 September 2020

raw leaves

why did they come here
like lying dough:
raw integrity with everything to
lose.
I lowered my mind to receive your
intelligence and all i feel is
drowning sunrises.

across the universe into our
tousled rags of bruises;
wrinkled with the floors
we left our knees on.

i coexist with your strong green 
viens; each telepathic leaf
crystallizes our breath.
a sound beating drum with hollow
eyes and distant beards;
you are my home inside 
these jasper thrusts.




this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...