My hair and your hair in the sun appearing to set the world ablaze like my heart feels now like a sinking stone in a clear blue rushing cold river like bruises on both my knees like breathlessness, 150 feet suspended in the air lowered slowly by your gorgeous hands breathless like waking up tied around your hot skin like hot tears in my morning coffee.
like writing poetry to send messages to you via universe vibes mail
How to tell you i miss you how to express that my soul has melted or disintegrated
As if Chernobyl occurred in Northeast Minneapolis
Killing us both - I'm simply waiting. When will the green luscious vines and plants, butterflies and birds repopulate this barren space -
filled with the worst kind of poison
Not for another thousand years Or at least not until Spring Summer Fall