I appreciate your octopus tentacle
And your caterpillars, as well as the
Biting tiger in your throat but the
Sweetness of an angel from your
Tongue, the sun sets on your eyes
And leaves a beautiful darkness
For the skies.
You have a grey heron
Living in your thighs, and before it
I realize you’re a collection of
Different parts of your spirit-
I hear it- the sweet sound of birds
Is your voice, mastered paintings
Become your words and I heard
Everything you said even if you
Forgot and it’s more of a love
Story and less of a plot.
536am June 30 2026