One day see the fruits of my labor
Miracle after miracle
How lightly I’ll float by
I’m sure I wouldn’t even recognize
How slow my mind processes
I’ve been keeping my eyes to myself
Can’t see me
Refuse to see
One day I’ll be a shooting star and won’t be able to help but notice.
I won’t even be able to stop; catch a glance or nothing
The collisions will simply be an after thought as I’m smoking a winter spliff
Love language
November 7, 2020
I rose. I watched him sleep
He rose. I sang grand risings.
He went to the bathroom. I sang so proud. He danced so proudly and stomped
I cleaned. He made a mess
We brushed our teeth
He drank water. I toke a shower. He came along to keep me company. We talked
I reminded myself that I didn’t own him and he remembered that he owned me…
We talked the whole time
Text:
The heavens of womanhood.
Revelations of my souls essence.
Emerging ashes saturated in a deliciously delicate black hole of grit.
You know, the usual.
And you?
Street Faerie
I think I’m in love pt. 4
A prayer
December 2, 2023
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