That shape was no longer where I left it
Blossoming sweet dogs wagging in plastic
Pink is swearing to universal love
Come visit me my saviors, unfamiliar angels
I am begging
For an answer to my chastity
Though it isn’t real yet
Their name was grace
A name invites someone to open
Can I?
Make grace into an
Ornament for
The tree to whisper to us,
Twinkle gladly stone movements
Wind is my guardian
Wind is how we are
Touching
Held eye contact
With the meteors
Cold moon
Seen me
Demon will
Tongue trickle with tears as wings
Soft and steady because everything is
Attached too
A beginning dream