remember body the forgotten cloud trails
Tag: fantasy
dreams of dirt and mists as the spring forest sleeps
moonlit slit in the spring sky this feeling of being watched
late noon the greying world comes alive in the rain
watching the mud wasp rush between nest and oblivion
interrupted the call of the deep river beyond glass towers
grim visions of the divine untouched by lustful eyes
spring the river is wary of the ways of flesh
almost spring soft and hurried pleasures of night
winter at dawn the crows of gentrification searching your pockets