His Heart
Immune to mine
Interiors of gray matter
Granular minerals
Sleepy-colors
Obsolete to some
– Love
Author: Arrows & Metaphors
Untitled
Love clamps itself
Leaving small gaps
With just enough spaces
Allowing you to taste
Your very own tongue
Lessness
Communicate
A little more
Than twice
Like syllables
Gain enormousness
Looking for us
In the middle
Of the night
Táctil
There’s no such thing
As neatness
When it comes
To our minds
I breath
You flicker
Incalculable
Of course . .
L’absente
Tried to draw the sound of you
All I found was a flying crate
Overused’Spaces
Collide like us
Like they
Like me
And we
Virtue
Solid line
Straight shooter
Surrounded by time
Jan 11, 2020
Chucks bar
Scattered me
I long to be something
Stronger
Than a woman
Who once loved you
To me,
the world spins
ready to loose, and peal
comparable to a star
proudly moving through water
there is no equal, more beautiful
than her roseness at my feet
i admit here, i seek shelter
a shelter of brightness
when most of my most, is dark
cross high and unstrange
