poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
calcify me,sweet honey dripping between bones,igniting a fire in a chest that does not breathe anymore,you women create sweetness on a tongue that only curses,bring me joy in every sway of arms,as bodies rock to the rhythm of harmonies,every whine and grind, every colour, jewel, earring, boot, bike, you remind me of what should be, […]