the march begins at a wild beast’s pace and ends with a serpent’s tail slithering over the concrete bridge
Tag: Singapore
grass cradles feet and softens each tired step as the trees bend over to whisper and push this body forward
the autumn moon counts nights not identities: you are loved
unhurried and gentle humming as the frail body gets into the rhythm of holiday chores
autumn after the rain grey walls give way to the smell of secrets
a familiar tide of warmth washes over cold bodies and eradicates karmic indoctrination
the void reached out and i felt no urge to explain
cages dissolve in the autumn rain revelations of the mind and flesh will not be policed
i returned to bed with the monster knowing it was simply an honest being
tip of serpent’s tongue a forbidden flower blooms in the language of tides