we can always begin again.
begin in the circumference of
heated hate
and crash into our own
walls without getting burned.
bleached eyes and eclipsed hearts;
what if we drew out our
heart valves larger than the
fake curves?
i do.
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...
