Bellowing for love as we're wrenched from the womb- Tunneling for it until we reach the tomb- Do you have a dating app?- A profile that someone would tap?-
By Jada Ferguson3 years ago in Poets
We twirl around a ball of fire- Grinning as we steadily seep into mire- Dancing the can can- Kicking our heels up to the frying pan-
I am the grower. I feed the roots, produce life. Mundane miracles? / I am the quencher. I fill the body and planet.
The air conducts them Bellowing for dominance Whispering amends
I am ignited Boiling in my chest and gut Burning in, composed out
Our soles glide on the Flesh of the planet, crushing All the life underneath
Who needs water when Earth, Wind, and Fire is on stage They hydrate the soul
As soon as exhaustion sealed my lids- Nana's corpse would corner me- Arms outstretched for a hug- Death racing through through my nostrils-
Eyes on ocean roof Hanging onto the sun's blue The cavern at my back
Velvet against skin Suffering stomping the soul The Blues is ... it all
Hearts fused together- Formulating a coarse red- Now silenced in blue
Krule's Soul croons Baby Blue- Pushing me facedown onto- Clouds sprinkled with thorns
