Ten days and 2,000 Ks.
Do you dare me?
I’m wanting of a tidily tune; something bouncy, quick, and crude – fun to say or maybe spew by dancing tongues feeling mused. In it,
Burn me, tease me, strike me, free me. Glow in heart and art and soul. Free my mind of desire. Dance with me, the flames
As the sunset plays with fire and stirs the souls at bay – we take to the ocean in search of a storm to challenge
Cling to water and drive down these roots that grow the tree so trunks may rise and leaves devise their escape from mother-tree. Run, leaves,