Poems from dojo165
There are galaxiesin your eyes.Universesbehind your throatthat only show themselves in starswhen you speak,dust floating from behind your...
Vagrancy often visits my doorstepsand talks and talks of Chilean’s red,its rivers of wine with spiced blackalleys and secular mountain tops...
Have I ever told you
That I practice bondage
with serpent tongues
of crime scene tape, unwinding, like
Medusa coils and Rapunzelline sighs...
At night, I peel back
the layers and stare at my raw
throbbing heart. I marvel at
the stutters between beats, at
the swelling leading up to...