i know that and long for that day the day of pearls, will i get one to polish and reflect the light under your wing, holding the star from shooting to far, because thes…

until now when the understanding is felt while sifting fingers through freshly plowed dirt

as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst

looking down at the smooth stone that i just picked from the creek and as the water evaporates i ponder the meaning of your words gently pecking your cheek

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

the master tapestry woven soft silk into my hair putting a bead on taking one off

the goose bumps resonating essence leaking out as emotions

i am the bottom of Cinderella’s sl… not seen and feels many hurts was caressed once when yonder a man searched for his… one to call - his love

the skin of the fruit peels the silver wrapper off of the kiss, as i place in your mouth —the melting seeds

the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot

my soul - cry’s out try’s to seep out leaks out fly’s in drops