The shape of clouds unfurls like a flower cream-colored, its light filtering soft— […]
Cream-colored, the sky sheds remnants of what the moon endured let the clouds […]
It burns the tongue, tapping into the senses ever so slightly while I […]
There are no roses in the underworld nor gravel to keep one from […]
Holding myself as I bend towards sleep, I allow course of fire to […]