Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

emily had her bees

but i have you

your face is my only white dress

without the hands of pretense
or false religions

innocent creation occurs

the veil is torn
exposing a perfect trust

purity of friendship
within a chalice
never wavering
of it’s shine

i will lay open the throat
of colossus
lifetimes as a statue
to ensure

it is never undone

we shall be ghosts
laughing together
in a corridor some day

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