Everything is so far away — a tonic away.
I am neither here nor there, my mind, set on tempests. While the heart, plainly beats. flowing words–hold me close; I am sanguine. Brimming with the rich redness of life, repose, and everything in-between. With nothing behind, I cry and cry in sweetness: bound to no thing other than me.
Skin: There are miles to me. Eyes: A deep onyx. Tresses of Indian ink hair locks hang free on my petite frame. Is this beauty? The transient and evolving features that define me? Can you see past the flesh that envelopes me: Hear the lofty and intricate thoughts of my mind, The exorbitant way I […]
I want to warn him before it happens; I see the melt – the melt he created. What use are words of reapproach? He is falling and falling: All I can do is watch. His body is positioned in curves of terror and instability. He is in complete entropy. I absurdly yearn to ask him, […]
On the bridge and the tunnel, I roam free: My passion, the thing of the past; There are no constraining leashes. I am on the precipice of something unknowing, All it takes is one sweet, short step to reach a brave new world.