Sunday, 9 November 2025

fired frost

to breathe in the 
air where fire fists
bleed through the cold
and beach sand
was lit to brighten 
it.
quiver like sand across my skins eyes'
and fainted corpse blood still
ponders a suicide tear.

will you be enough if i
decide to live, deeper
and wider than your plastic
eyes?

eyes shut as tight as
her grip and i fear no one will
hear my,
blind.



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...