Writing Relief

Let the pain drip down
my irregular boned fingers
slip into her octopus beak
down through the eye
of my pens physique,
let the paper bind.

Sweet Goodmorning's

Along your body's side
I lay in peace
and when the sun did arise
I merely pretended I had helped you to sleep.

Here's a very short, short for Bluebell Books this week, and a little poem for Dverse- hope you enjoy it :)

From flowers to vines

They'll measure me Braille
tip by tip
absorb these freckles-
leave the olive eyes grey,
gazing on a stormy sky
trickling skin to sand
and let the rest curl
from my scalp to the sunset.

They'll measure my Braille
and leave the cold slab,
my visions an autobiography of
skin within.