makevellian heat

image from paintingsilove


orange sun
With ripened glow
I look at you
And miss the snow
For these beads of sweat which
Often pool
Tell a story that' s far too true
This hanging waist
These snakeskin braids
These crusted feet
Like duck
I wade through
Murk
And narrow slim
I am lost and far within
The city
Pia's
Streaked with pain
It,s ocean blue
And Midas sand
Rubber hands trudge on
As boulder limbs
Whimper
For a throbbing womb
A pulsing neck
Which splits
Gushing with it
The silver foil