All I’s On Me: the return

this love I bear thee
must bust
beyond mere words
and polished obeisances to
Mother moon
&
Papa xango.


this love,
lost so deep in
its non-sense void
it touches everything
but me,
beckons still...

So.
I touch beauty,
and
breath beauty,
and
fuck beauty.



for how else will you know what surrounds us all?