Under Grains

The sand is ultra violet here, hear–
I can’t.
no ration,
passion seeps through me
until I’m painted in plastic
and forget, I forgot, oh
forget it.
My heart melts with shine or
mistic parades;
starbursts
into my soul
between bats of your lashes that
grow, collecting conches
for my conscious–
I settle,
I nestle
into your arms.

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About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."
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One Response to Under Grains

  1. dipmeinmarmalade says:

    Your imagination is sublime

    Like

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