Cloud MinePosted: October 22, 2013
Her cloud white sclera
was pierced through by the sublime dark centre…
Telling of a loud and bright soul somewhere
beneath all that matter….
We talked over old ties and exchanged new lies —
the kind that become truths fostered by fears…
And when time was no more we kissed…
then we danced ’til the morning, sipping corpse revivers.
© Heath Muchena, 2013