Gratitude
Scene; that is correct?
Scene; is that correct? The arrival set to a ring of fire diner door chime, the first of all the drives, to quake the untrusted asphalt, claiming comfort till the end behind that truly pitiful white flag. Zephyr moves dunes, temple greets the sunshine; morning, was I out long; lets out an aroma wave, and a cry that only certain damned souls can spasm step to, feel, touch, wade through no matter the solidity, like nothing phasing the solid body; where it go? Maybe a tickle in the hair if the strands are long enough. Mind reaches for the black moonlight; no questions; hint: The cool braids.
By Willem Indigo4 days ago in Poets





