Monday, February 22, 2016

inepta caeruluem caru volta


how was the world before our skin met?
was there glimmer? butterscotch .... the linger of mint? 
did licorice pour from your veins to flannel pockets of mirth?
did icicles recite tales of the battle of Dunkirk?
did energy collide to form thundersnow?
did children laugh as they swung high to low? 
however that works
wherever you go 
the place where you are is home for my soul 
whatever it means 
across fields of time
the place where you are is home for my kind 
so somewhere in Cali 
beneath a sun with tongues of blue 
I know you love me 
and
my truth
is you 


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