sweet march marigold
let the rain come through
and show on your petals
like beautiful movements
you're a wonderous art
made of miracles
a star burning bright
in the dark of night
i want to dance in your breath
so sweet is the moment
of our bodies connecting
in a mission of beauty
you're the only thing worth taking
right when the film ends
a landslide moving down
to the snow around us
it is all we dream of
a love defiant to the work
of a world so cold
but not when our skin meets
your skin is sweet
a peach in its orime
a love in the dark
till we sleep tonight
my jasper, my wish
a meaning to breathe
let me be your worship
sipping sweet nectar
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
