wet-winged;
old angels beg for saturate light
attention, in lime.
understand; enough (for you)
is obsessions, contemporary.
someday, wake up
ember-light, smoke meet trachea
an orange slow-burn
closer to the brights than ever.
same night,
cold jaws, howling on mute
leaving cliffside.
exit, warmth in orange,
actuality; opposite of lime-life
and the carnival lights
flicker,
white light
(new light)
heaven's strobe, in relax tempo
and this grey-light, calm night
born again outside cities shell.
YOU ARE READING
NEW HEARTS & COLD SEAS
Poetrywhen they seek you out because they know they can, because they know they can get away with it - anonymity is your friend.
