Sun-kiss me tanner…

From this city,
air descends
moisture in
hot reflex.

Life reaps copper

yet we crowd
in sleeves of spite.

Let’s undress
in a filtered lens
so motley complexions
can relieve stale skies.

I will scrape until you fall.

Assume me brittle.
Your cloudy grip
can only hold
so much.

This cities not there.
That cities not here.

Become the sun
within this night.
Come, sun-kiss me tanner,
live to part me with cancer.


About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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