Sweaty palms

me nurtured

i nurture

i pray i find you to nourish me

i do in the meantime

around the sublimes and the life’s lemons

oh its not a sin if you don’t touch me

and holy dances aroused my palms to tell me it’s alright

i can fight and fly, and be chosen

at the darkest parts of the night

shadows, purities and a black head

black & white

all the same in nature

its inevitable to be natural

Sunsets and backwoods

you were sunsets and backwoods
brought me under, drowned me baby
then coming back through frosted windows
my ever after
my everlasting
sip
dripped in painted rays
in another way, on another day you’ll find me
until then
chocolate hues of bellies and life’s sweets
expired love
savoring you
Oh the opaqueness of a stale smoke