"commensalistic" poems
Light touches the edge of the sky
Which bursts forth to your lips
Lips that mustn't be tarnished or burned
Charred orange rays struggle to find figure
Overpowering them with a flash of a grin
Followed by a sweetly scented titter
A sonic melody that melts insides of all around
Matter drips up into the horizon
Embellishing the the beam further along
Brighter
More vibrant
A dying star
Seeking a new lifeforce
Commensalistic relationship is needed
The light found her
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC