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.

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...