Dearest beloved,
Today the clouds are round, dying drowned and full of sorrow. Wine drunk sunsets partial to that elegant divine, and at my dust rust painted window I find myself, lonely.
Just a few words for you, drenched delirium for thou dubious mind to make you mine.
and we slide right through
the bleeding trees
with leaves of wine
and faded jeans.
KB
Earthtown, by the Beach
KB Echo Frame, 2+
Ambitions
Measurements
Right in Two
Looking For
About me
Amorous and enamored diagonal spines
spiral ants full of paint
melting into nothing else but you
and pink splatter stars anew
My heart is a wilderness
with monsters made of glass