her shadow turned to ash
and she sat lusting after
foreign stars, imagining
rolling them over in the
softness of her hands
answering every question with a whisper
Tag: spontaneity
sigh again
heat embrace
hands waist
foreign tongue
familiar taste
Statue
You see
it wasn’t like I
couldn’t breathe,
and it wasn’t like I had been
holding my breath.
I was a statue,
waiting when you walked by
and you were a tornado
tearing your way through me.
It was like
suddenly
in that fleeting moment,
life happened.
spun
exquisitely spun
amnesia taking over
I fall to the sky
fold
fold my heart in half
veins map an untraveled path
origami life
devour
brief moment’s respite
a gasp devoured by swift lungs
unleashed on the wind
Some call it red 