people see what they want.
i don't feel the need to appease.
fashion will change. temperament will flare, drown and flare again.again.
this is the middle, sorrel rainbow.
Then, a moment of play. flush awakening.
there is color again.
tender hearts, free from confines.
dextrally inclined minds collide.
**BREATH**
**PAUSE**
**BREATH**
fleshy dreams, water forgotten seeds.
a name sleeps patient & fragrant in the air, me on my side.
reciprocation is a gift that grows.
the beauty it blooms will blind you.