Wednesday, 28 May 2025

god in you

iron flavored tulips

are growing their own

understood

feathers. 

domain free

dominant in my heavy ended

sacral root.

where the crown

and manifested opal

marry and divorce in each inhale

and muted exhale. 

red doors with breaking foot skins

under the disguised cameras;

i am fortified without their

supplements. 



polished beads

adorn my heat again to seam through the veins of my heart and inside the steel of my toe.  i see pink clouds in her hair; she seeds  thunder...