Impart me some light
from the sapphire yonder of
your "better" bright world.
My heart needs some bright sunshine
to ease the tangled nerves
from the excuses tattoed
upon every fiber of my skin.
Dry sands ruin this beautiful island
of dreams and sorrows
The foliage of quarreling laughter
sometimes rustle in despair;
Until everything gets hushed,
I need to smear myself in the raw sunshine
from the sapphire yonder of
your "better" bright universe.
YOU ARE READING
the slow art of breathing bitter
Poetryslow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
