these feet
are bare
and baby-fleshed
warm
the summer
stares
behind a curtain
that's torn
i melt into
nothingness;
a divine
simpli-
city
taken captive
by a day
of ferocity
(and the foreverSpringtime
Kneels here, behind Holiness
and Shadows).
Reason for writing:
weather inspires me....it was warm, at least 70 degrees...and the day had a sort of hushed sacredness to it...
Birth sign: Taurus
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