A tree
I was once God smacked by a Sunset
Who’s fingertips dripped orange and pinks into the inky tips of evergreens
A master work of feeling
And blue ball empathy
The longing displayed in nature
A supernatural as I gazed onward
And understood
Phenomenon
Phenomenally
I waltz and dance and tip toe underneath a shine gone spastic
Stars that would scatter all for me
And would shed their light upon a face
Curving lips over a strong chin that held ...
The ever promise of a kiss
The furlong promise of a No
I doubled down on this.
Hot and miss as I danced into the spray ..
on my face and **** and tummy
More I cried for his sunset
Into the ink of my evergreen
Pinks and oranges puddled onto
The tap root of my Forrest
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 7:42 PM UTC
A tree
I was once God smacked by a Sunset
Who’s fingertips dripped orange and pinks into the inky tips of evergreens
A master work of feeling
And blue ball empathy
The longing displayed in nature
A supernatural as I gazed onward
And understood
Phenomenon
Phenomenally
I waltz and dance and tip toe underneath a shine gone spastic
Stars that would scatter all for me
And would shed their light upon a face
Curving lips over a strong chin that held ...
The ever promise of a kiss
The furlong promise of a No
I doubled down on this.
Hot and miss as I danced into the spray ..
on my face and **** and tummy
More I cried for his sunset
Into the ink of my evergreen
Pinks and oranges puddled onto
The tap root of my Forrest
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