poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
new moon pours in today,as its transcends into the sky,I hope my waters get pulled too,I pray that I am shifted into sunlight,That while I sleep angels come and make a ritual around me,Sometimes they dance me into heaven,I ballet to the mountains,As they hoist me to the tops,I look over the city, while I sit in peace,I go home […]
I become intoxicated,With the lock of his eyes,Eye to eye,Like handle to hand,How our shapes fit so comfortably,pieces together like jigsaw,and how his fingers would hold mine,intoxication from his smell,a fragrance embedded into his skin,an embrace which would feel like home,from the touch of his lips on mine,it was if wine was dripping,and grapes were […]