20 x 30

my body aches,

for a certain unknown.




a flicker of light.

my glance,

it echoes & asks about the mystery. 

the doubt,

that sweet coastal grit,

lining my mouth.

your body,

I need to carry it with me. 

warm tenderness,

our complicit solitude. 

dreams hang low.

ripe clouds for picking,

the rains fall out.

doesn’t that new lightness,

feel so nice?

sticky, pink sky,

saccharine desire coats my tongue.

a feast of stories,

to save my life. 


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