poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
the nectar of jasmines,lay hazy in this house,golden coloured pigments,with the thick skin of Kings, dont be scared of death by sweet woman,my sweet mother of all mothers,my fingers, my toes, my blessed kissed skin,don’t be afraid of your time my ama,don’t you worry what you’ve left,You have lost enough to look back at this […]
coffin,chisseled,like her face.displacement in time,to be spun 360 yesterday we were together,one by one,one soul,two people,one shared soul,now going separate ways,she’s now off to judgement,to her grave,and I am to remain,without my one,without my own soul,so the phone will be silent,when I ring,no one home ripama. For