Monday, 12 May 2025

eve of etched skin

i am adorned with light
colors and peanut filled
pregnancies. of how spring felt
once the newborn eyes flipped their
noses against our fins.
i wanted you more,
now. that is your peace. 

i see me i am celebrating 
you all. i invite you to stay.
bleed no more.
the wound is healed
and remembered.

invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...