poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Sweet Water, Sweetening me,Softening Me,Making me Leak,Tears, Cum, Pain, The Blue, and Green, Turquoise, the lush Green Palms, The Green that keeps bringing Light to my face, I’m smiling often, There is light in my Eyes,I’m crying, cleansing, crying, grieving, There is Light in my Eyes,The Flowers keep feeding Me,Keep feeding my this Ripe wholeness, This beauty, this […]