Friday, 3 January 2025

when the dust still settled

we were breaking walls with
eloping tears. filled with elephant skins,
just around the eyes.
the way he described me;
brought my bones backwards 
and the shattered are now,
purposefully stacked.
it no longer is me, you see.
i am the
lowercase i in
omniscience.

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...