poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
create for me a pearl,angelical wisdom in pure white,hues of silk and milk,caressed in cream,that is what you are,a beaded necklace,with elegant clasp.a golden nugget to hold together each rosary, but it seems now each sphere has popped,slowly unravelling like Cairo’s beating sand,burning hands as they pass through fingerstrying to catch what is left,but it […]