“You were made of satin layers and old linen sheets.. How ripe to meet you in heaven’s skies.” 🔸🕯️✴️🕯️🔸
“Hello, hello?.. You’re missing out on the moody sun and motherly sunsets.. You’re a heatwave hands down.”
You
The mystic, the wonder
The ending of my cycles
Severed as selfish stings of venom
It’s you
It’s you
You gave, oh yes you did
Fickle flavor created my taste
And as my appetite fluctuates
I choose to starve
Washed over in drought
Sand dunes and Florida watered illusions
I see you
I saw you
I thank you
Ascension
Ritual
Milk
I appreciate the sweet coconuts milk
Cracked and melanated
It’s possible to picture it and paint the wars pretty pale
To paint the sky blue, to call it an ocean
Unmoving
I remember sitting down in an empty space
Unmoving on a cloud
I saw my future there
Declared it aloud
Finding my name is claiming myself
So soft
Digest
Pearly eyes
Aware
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