wanted a clear suicidal breath.
i locked my hair.
i loved you.
i fall behind.
i am not lost
i am just untangling
my wings.
then, my fairy
we can continue our
garden of empty walls
and full poems.
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...
