I gave up the
ghost of my pencil
for a few months
to try
& practice a bit
of the art of
sanity

with a few dashes
of subtlety

my dreaming palace
will not climb
any stairs
today

& his lips will be
as soft as when
I know that I’ll be
lonely

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘦
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢

the search of true
summer

with his heart on my
bare sleeve…