Perennial

I sit quietly, observing the silent curves of this Plumeria, a life extending like an infant. No lament today, only the surreal fire of this body, listening to the hanging exhilaration. As if, it digests the broken star running across it’s face of thawed bone. It shifts it’s mouth to a better pathway. It hasContinue reading “Perennial”

things with flowers

its like lilies. diluted heaps of blue tears. scalded and indexed. all the marking onto my heavy lips. My lips are even today, with plum shade paint dancing on the rim of sorbet. its like white wildflower, a fish with black scales dancing in its slumber. Piquant, small pebbles cascacding from tears. salty as skin.Continue reading “things with flowers”