jean the baptist
i think i move too slow
too slow for life
life and expectations
expectations i neither care for or requested
a terror
I look so peaceful
While dancing with nightmares
daisy
Searching only for faults
They witnessed only fissures
So they trembled
Fear begot suspicion
And doubt razed morality
As mere ideas tore down pillars
Simple words undid the fabric of the skye
They trembled at the sight of seams
sappho
there’s nothing perfect about the moment
however, blemishes are discarded and forgotten
it’s the heartbeat of a sprint buried in a marathon
there’s a symphony here
a violoncello teased by the bow
just as a tongue entices supple lips