Alive with thought-in-action, these verses sing a new kind of love song
Song
I want color to braid,
to bleed, want song
to fly to flex to think
in lines. To work
the pulp, to open up
this cardinal feeling
in green.
Alive with thought-in-action, these verses sing a new kind of love song
Song
I want color to braid,
to bleed, want song
to fly to flex to think
in lines. To work
the pulp, to open up
this cardinal feeling
in green.