nightfall not a dream storm grows
Tag: senryu
to bed with a head full of fires
rush hour becoming one with flesh vortex
savage storm cloud teasing us with drizzle
chilly salt winds from the belly of aged sky
conversing with ghosts of the summer coast
the gods beckon but towards the dark i flow
the monsoon in night’s veins
merciful fires gather at the back of my head
snakes its way from nether to spine to nape