sharing the dusk light in this concrete space
Tag: haiku
winter the night air burns in our lungs
void trap this dream within a dream
face in the crowd following the darkest voice
subtle
the voice and touch
of winter leaves
freeway opera approaching the cloud globe
pillow pleasure crushed in perpetual softness
flesh revealed to the morning sun
snail orgy the cracked shells after
dusk we give grace to stained demons
