White feathers, whisky and the sound of heaven,
Bluebirds, silk and cheap perfume...
.
Teetering, a leg...
Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass...
My body is a temple,
A shrine in tune with nature...
If the azure glow of the ocean
is summers' own liquid crest...
This is what I remember.
My phone lights up...
How could such beauty,
Grow amid such pain...
My Airwalks are the color of a cotton candy sky...
I'm sitting on a scuffed black leather couch in a...
The world was harsh and dismal,
Weighty storms upon times clock...
**English Sonnet**
When our colliding stars regale the moon...
I write in spirals of color
imagination follows in formation...
I will be there when life feels numb
when bells ring out a humming drum...