Friday, 31 January 2025

in-depth

i have stamps from you;

they did not even fade

from the burns.

they grew harder

even though my muscles

melted.

i made space for us

through the ashes,

i conquered portioned 

dreams.


blushing old bride

 came for the nearing heights to wait on the toe of our left cornered kiss; remember the suction of our peace? how often does it forget? I a...