Tag: freedom

the mind empty where do thoughts go to

nightfall we make a list of grey limbs

smothered between her moons

a plea from the dark side of her moon

summer pond aspires to be an ocean someday

lingers on skin night’s dark on dark

and here we are alive thriving in this cruel place

our thoughts wet with summer sex

along slow river a rivalry of algae and memories

bridge crossing crows demand a toll