In the room for minds
they speak of love and peace.
We stand removed, against the back
wall, waiting,…
Sep 7th
Tuesdayprecious, I have carried safe,
the salt of your renaissance mouth
white within red velvet
pocketed bright flowers
flower
we are beautiful
you with your circular ever
I within this curve of breath
Into your eyes they forged the misconception
You would be something more if you listened. Taught
Servility instead of self discovery
And its rashness to bring forth acquaintance
How odd to have faith in a circle
Open enough to uncrowd us.
Impatient, this thing we inhabit.
The steady going onward, a magnitude and general