image Kuschelirmel
You are the fire;
You are the storm
You are ambition
Fully formed
Like a well with water
And a river with fish
You are a sizeable dish,
A meal for a starving king
A brain that navigates
With all it's fuel
Oil
Leaking
Pissing into the veins
Sweet liquid travelling
Into
Life's poetic motions;
For we are the slim ones here;
Sliding between doors
And shades in between.
Red ebony
