her pale body and tangents she brings to bed
Tag: Elancharan
against a backdrop of purple fire buddha’s lotus
dawn mist fades a piece of paradise revealed
sky fire pours through concrete slit
neon lights search the insides of our skulls
her voice breaks and winter returns
banish the burning skin to the cold dawn lake
the alien smell of log ash
sound of rain and thunder drowns out the concrete silence
thoughts collide dusk the storm outside
