smoke curls into a serpent holding its shape as pilgrims drip venom into eyes and dance in ecstasy
Tag: fiction
in this part of paradise shadows watch you with morbid interest
the sky before dawn composed of stars and prophecies
watch a droplet of dew tremble with light
a fallen twig a fragile scent and calm intents peace upon us all
the autumn breeze returns softer through the old creek
soft hands and unspoken shapes tracing destinies in the sand
a rhythm forms when sky and skin aligns
to the child of the void i say: go out and play
gentle and aware a fire that listens
