Twelve AM

our friction starts from sound and moves to my mind

intoxicating senses heightening and polarizing

the pages of musty winters ripped from my mind

spilling across the floor like a forgotten shiver



now green

new night green

dream in a moment

summers heavy heat is slow and filled with love

speed is measured in knots now

I can taste the sea

bitter and salt dried

it coats my mouth and I want more



planted in the dim light

I am growing in shoots and tangles

rhythms tattoo burning lightly on my skin





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