I live in spirals of violet and flashes of gold,
in refracted light through stained glass.
Ichor in my veins;
drums beating in my bones,
I expunged doubt
plaguing my trembling hands.
I am a California wildfire,
fearless in the summer night.
in refracted light through stained glass.
Ichor in my veins;
drums beating in my bones,
I expunged doubt
plaguing my trembling hands.
I am a California wildfire,
fearless in the summer night.
No comments:
Post a Comment