artist – Freegrandmaa

Too Soft

Oh iridescent flesh

what reveal you of me

oh moon eyes you never cast a blink

so nodding

accepting

the picture so loving

the picture of bristle fingertips

how high will you go to count

those of others those of mother’s

Oh patches of wild

you may never be read but all passes

all too soon starts anew

I get hate for being an alchemist.

I’m surrounded by hurt people. Confused people. Boundaries. Know my limits. Become a recluse.

My abundance is my backbone. It’s what real love tastes like. Unconditional love. Chamomile and honey.

Calm waters. Strength. I know how it looks getting there and what it feels like. I taste it often. It surrounds me. I’ve felt the touch.

Seeking similarities. Taking risks but not to strike blood, not blind and never fooled.

Tap in or keep your distance, cause once ancestors makes moves we burn bridges with haste to protect ours.