Watching the descent
without god...
I can taste on my tongue
The soft summer breeze...
Come o! My friend and cuddle me
I feel wetted I need to get warmth...
A tribal kill;
after a blood sucking...
In sultry cusp of a purple dusk,
sleep sun burnt days of fading yore...
Was there any option left?
Violence was there...
Sunshine basking behind thunderous clouds
frozen icicles shadow flames of spring...
Ah! This delightful kiss,
Lingers daringly...
We broke each other, glass fracturing
until our ankles were bleeding from the...
If I were birds like those above our heads,
The ones that fly by fluttering their wings...
The sun is squeezed from the sky
And I watch the sky pour...
No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem...