walks in prose
every step a story
needing no narrative
to attract one's gaze
a fluid tale of toes sweeping all away
with a saga no words can express.
speaks poetry
with a mindful voice
aware of the power of words
to break a mind
melt a heart
birth a nation
or
like sandpaper to skin
exfoliate layers of trauma
that cling to the soul
like a sailor to an oar
from a sinking ship
knows that Love
creates an unexpected storm
in a sea of tranquility
wedding passion to desire
impulse to expectation
and when withheld
desolates the very core of being
gutting the meaning of existence
and with the detached ease
of the wind blowing leaves
through crescent moon lips
breathes magic and mysteries,
unfolding petals of a dark red rose
whose thorns do *****
when pulled from the mud
then kisses the place
where the thorns draw blood.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC
walks in prose
every step a story
needing no narrative
to attract one's gaze
a fluid tale of toes sweeping all away
with a saga no words can express.
speaks poetry
with a mindful voice
aware of the power of words
to break a mind
melt a heart
birth a nation
or
like sandpaper to skin
exfoliate layers of trauma
that cling to the soul
like a sailor to an oar
from a sinking ship
knows that Love
creates an unexpected storm
in a sea of tranquility
wedding passion to desire
impulse to expectation
and when withheld
desolates the very core of being
gutting the meaning of existence
and with the detached ease
of the wind blowing leaves
through crescent moon lips
breathes magic and mysteries,
unfolding petals of a dark red rose
whose thorns do *****
when pulled from the mud
then kisses the place
where the thorns draw blood.
