these breaths are urgent.
my heart is rotten sometimes
seeking life through every beat
but i feel this.
i can feel the panic churning like
ecstasy in the air,
the smell of rain that tastes like shock
and feels like hands grasping at your skin
for affection.
this breeze is hanging off my spine
whispering sweet nothings
as the sun undresses layers and layers of-
i can feel beautiful
at times like these
as the ground falls away and i fly.
these phallic towers
penetrate into the clouds that move
like muscles in the sky,
and i sigh, watching the world in its
nakedness, becoming one in a single
fleeting moment.
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