time skips over space
like stones upon a still pond.
kisses of lovers.
Archives for February 2017
knowing thyself
the promise of love
is a life of empathy.
true and deep knowledge.
loud rapture
the smell of morning.
large as thunder in the sky.
captured in a cloud.
tipping my hat
the rabbit is white.
from top of its nose to toes.
with a black top hat.
green bloods
the claws sink deeper.
sucking more of our blood.
damn money vampires.
lying smiles
i know of nothing
that can bring peace to men’s hearts,
but me, smiled death.