Tag: poem

the voice that is neither mine nor yours addressing the impurities of flesh from the depths of our subconscious

crumpled waves take me further out into the sea

taking turns speaking in the dark how nice it would be to run away from paradise

shadows serving limbs and raising the night

revisiting the phantom of the lower back pain

autumn winds play with cruel faces

six words later the rain explodes

the drizzle stops for some honey and wine

dangerously dry o sweet lips of mine

peace is a place with bonfires dying in the rain