Tag: poetry

bodies of flesh drifting closer to the void by the hour

old smokey cat still practices the art of nothingness

fabric and play the tiger moth’s tussle

as if the very earth is called to heaven the autumn moth flutters skywards

calmed by the voices of children the night moth slips into meditation

by way of dreams she speaks the landscape of fall calls

dusk we piece together the bones of night the bonfire ablaze

you’re in my headspace an overdose of sea and salt

bare your bodies tonight the moon’s come to harvest skin and bone

barely enough room to breathe grey clouds amass