Sunday, 27 July 2025

honey

running in the pink sky;
he said there was more 
in the black turned, tips.
flower ends are turning violet
just by being here. by breathing in
the calves running and filtered
grass
splitting.
finished under water
with tubes 
tied to died
aliens.
i stepped on our 
batwings and
cried lungs out.
my heartbeat is
alive and
windy
and perfect.

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...