First the pearls, then the thong,
sandals and books,
the corrosive flesh.
I slip them off,
thunderstorm of temper and spirits,
stories hung around my neck.
The sun says its time
to bury the green pulse.
The wind greets me,
leaves a blessing on my forehead.
Ashes to rake.
Like light I touch the sky
and come down as rain.
I love this so much.
Some favorites:
The sun says its time
to bury the green pulse.
Ashes to rake.
I am so happy that you love it!!! Thank you so much.
“the corrosive flesh” is such an interesting idea. “Like light I touch the sky then come down as rain.” Yes! So good to have you back, TIZ!
Nate, thanks so much, makes my day 🙂 Glad to be back!
I love “thunderstorm of temper and spirits” and “The wind greets me, leaves a blessing on my forehead.” Beautiful!
Thank you! Glad you liked it 🙂