southern gentleman
dynamite soul maverick
the canon courts me
southern gentleman
dynamite soul maverick
the canon courts me
a
run i desire
freedom between the old bricks
legs bent pale tired
b
morning frost soft wind
my brittle neck is tied tight
my heart turns timid
c
freedom is the blood
gallop on fire of strength
now i won the race
you gray eyes dripping
dangerous thoughts i am woman
we just want a bite
just a soft look please
it’s enough to just hold me
want to touch your heart
with warm scarlet tears
she sits sometimes she glances
rosebuds slowly yawn
purple lotus scent
the moon doesn’t hide tonight
see the change in time
spiritual hear
the march in our blood listen
dont let our dreams die
when i look at you
my heart inches toward a
possibility
childhood pink cocoon
transforms into pale ashes
now praying mantis

i am peace today
molecules amongst the trees
silence in my mind