She touched the sky - felt a lingering sigh shy away; like a nomadic moon
In a book of notes, she stumbles on casual words; truth penetrates her, slices like a blade, tongue tied threads. The moon sighs and hides behind the clouds - moments slip, like tides, quietly away.
Salt burns a flurry of stars in dilated eyes where no fire wall could protect her from the unlit face of tomorrow
My heart shivers in the rain - only thoughts of you throw off the chill; your ink is a blanket and I wrap myself in your words. The photograph, you gave me, melted like wax - like Johns’ afterimages - seeing you everywhere: on my pillow at night in my dreams… each day, scenes rushing me, like morning coffee. You fill my cup; I breathe the rich aromas - tasting love, freshly made each day…
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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