Are you capable of riding that hysterical horse into the sea?
Can you drink an entire ocean when that ocean burns with hot blue fire?
I say and say it again. Such blue fires may burn. And towards heaven whose words will ascend.
(All I want is to see your face)
This failing detente between North and South Korea, the high pitched rhetoric of fire storms and hell…where most see a potential holocaust or madness, I see an isolated figure that desperately wants to be touched.
How long can a body live in the shade of one nude tree.
My body wants to lay down in sand, how it holds me but leaves no trace.
Who is to say withholding, or clinging so, isn’t its own form of love.