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.



preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback  tears out of idle pen hands,  and look where it took us. i've encountered space between us but I've blur...