Monday, 10 February 2025

non scent

i authored your body

all over mine, mind,

and still,

you left without my

scent. eye opened up

your, no, our, portal.

i am the forgotten dried leaf

solid, moss, soil,

beneath my own courage.

but, i

stand still with my my children;

momma's roots will

never let you go.



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...