undaunted: the first
Current mood: drained
Category: Writing and Poetry

stretching the wing where your heart hides
between my ribs
and what i call the gap of my tumtum.
the light and the branch where your arm ends
the extent of your voice
with radius and range
between the live agony of your silence
the length of this plague
lacking moonlight without compass or dimension
my lifespan
you sweep the misery of this region
dehydrated
lacking trains and amplitude
with the truth orbiting the bridges of your spine
an illusory aberration of sunlight
your lips
your touch
and this collection of scents
that always leads me back to your eyes.

where i capture aroma, color, and movement.

...with warmth.