Dry Cry

I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.

Perfect Beauty:Kintsugi

Do you ever see a person like an apple in a tree?As the apple that’s delightfully sweet, it hurts to be eaten when you wanted to be free.Nourished me up from a seed, only to be consumed oh what a terrible dream

Beauty, but what can you see?

Catabolism

Please tell me what my love does to thee?
Big billows of hickory, hemp, saliva infused smoke.
Whisking through and rapping me like a cloak.
A swiffle, tickling my esophagus, kissing and caressing my temples.
Wanderlust filled, flabbergasted by our enchanting exchanges.