Rouge épais

sticky city stepping chamber by chamber rouge épais gloving white feet slowly clinging to fabric tales wagging bouche à bouche tongue power poison courses gone are borders man’s fear driven safety catches sur comme une foudre Eden the ink warrior purges forward riding the tree’s breath sur tambours roulants slick black angelic puffs in a Cosmos de

sweet leaves

plucking pulling picking and then from the dark wavering corner like a blue clover or four leaf moon a miracle filling up my fingers laking through my eyes enlightening my tongue naturally  

Inspiration

Caterwauling, cat’s calling and I’m calling you. Calling you to ask you, like a cat! Cats don’t want to talk though, and I’m no cat for sure and for sure I can tell you why,… Source: Inspiration