i be
the sun
the bee the flower
sung, water
on skin. stung.
with no wind
i fall
and
break.
break
into colour--
rainbow(penisglowinglikeaglowykindofmoon)
stripped apart
and bleeding
me
(flight of birds,
gush and slide)
into darkness,
light
crowning
head.
i am.
2 comments:
breaking is good, Linus. it is good for agility, mobility and sex.
i like how clean and clear this seems in your own space, outside political.critical dot com poetry club.
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