the sun prowls around
its rocky master
and you
a shadow in its breath
your eyes closed
your hair blowing
like a brushfire
bleeding oolong
the brazen claps of
sunlight thunder
down upon your shoulders
a freckle appears
then another
then another
your sea of blank skin
now crushed
tiny islands
cooling you in
sun-drenched picture
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
the sun prowls around
its rocky master
and you
a shadow in its breath
your eyes closed
your hair blowing
like a brushfire
bleeding oolong
the brazen claps of
sunlight thunder
down upon your shoulders
a freckle appears
then another
then another
your sea of blank skin
now crushed
tiny islands
cooling you in
sun-drenched picture
