
Month: February 2017
Veiled
Veiled by a history of kisses,
I hide from unknown eyes,
my skin concealed in dewy molecules
of locks.
Shut away
in this connection
I build a convent
of clouds.
The sacred is when two worlds touch.
The World May Follow Fire
The world may follow fire,
but I know a place where shadows spin roulette,
the dark and wet the only fashions worth following.
The Battle
