Named after the moon, ever changing Layered like an onion, which I hate Afraid of the freest and most beautiful live things to fly the Earth Walking metamorphosis, I am, yet there’s no relief Breaking out of my mind would be suicidal The paths I walk through my brain keep it in place Caressing every [...]
Tag: poetry
Fruit
You sound like the softest velvet plum Vinegary As in I crave the tanginess between my lips. If people have a taste you’re red wine Crisp and all-encompassing Paired well with my all my sides.
Ache
To feel things so deeply I wonder if everyone else is blind when they don't see all the magic
Space Chronicles, IV
Never again an intangible whisper in the dusk, or on the breeze of night
Reality check
I confess
