i broke my arms fighting summer
to never leave me
smiling was never the color
of this sky’s eyes bleeding which i ate
dreaming beneath this oak tree
wishing –>wished my breath
was mother nature’s weakness
then maybe whether or not
weather or naught my love’s passion
could have brought
nut meg and red roses in
wintery white-days//i adore
yourself and simply there are
no words to describe you:
but feelings are perfect
knowing you ~~ a perfect kiss
is still a kiss//a kiss still
a kiss
:: 08-22-2015 ::
