the pieces fitting together the fear crowded out with truth flowing and emotions poured out can understand how the
as we dance on the clouds you sing to me spraying your colors all around reflecting your art
maybe there’s another way a better way a tidal way that’s not dreary bleak or dark
the day was thoughts and the ladder long waiting to fall was willing to harm connecting the dots
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
reading eyes, bleeding fingers longing for the other to put the salt back in the shaker rearranging the letters to figure the meaning of the words
if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles
sliding hand through first to make… as i push through the pomegranate… hands caress the tight plump fruit the juice absorbing into my pours and i sweating it’s juice, we beco…
in the hive or packaged together and open on t… the day of forgiveness, how could… where the groves in the hand will… as the togetherness is in-cased in…
keeping us tipping on one toe always over guessing looking through the hole not sure if i have a soul
she set the easel up steadying the back leg with an old glue tube while raising up in her chair she spots it, there it was,
it’s the sound of a greeting card taped up to be displayed as if to say something as a greeting card would try to co… it’s message to the receiver
if only to have him see that the inside of the marble wont roll, tilted but the pink of the rose will go up the nose
the tender curls of the leaves bring the gardener to his knees to touch the softness, stroking it… it’s not time dear to go into hidi… stay and splay your beauty more
ginger carrots garlanded cilantro guest certificate generated caption grieving coins