mistaken for lead
when blood bleeds black-obsidian
sheilded from toxicants

your soul comes home
you are standing against sea foam

clouds carry you across the ocean on a breeze
hovering above an infinite blue sea of being

joyously in sand castles shaped by levatity
you see in profound waves of possibility

My skin feels grey, stricken by match and burnt to cinder, coal, cracked and crisp.

walls break way to sand.
Sand-
sand and Ash are all that remain
when my body crumbles.

a time when youth bright with it green grasses and floral scents of flower.
An ode to time, when my time line fades
And there are no more scents, no more color, and all I am is sand, Build me into castle

Cumulus cloud dancing in the shape of a brooding storm, look at him.

My Little drummer boy centered in an orchestra of seraphim.

innocent in the eyes, how soft his skin.

Touch me so I may touch you,
Your lips are soft so please press them to mine-
Cupid's bow to Cupid's bow, love is blind,
Unsuspecting.
Roses bloom and their thorns bind.