The lil campfire of the Pacific Northwest.

chadwick

Green grasses live wood bark decaying on earth spring flowering freshness.
And of you
And are you
This moment hand held heart had fallen inward falling now
And before was your mouth with mine a light in time
Of the only sparkle I have known your sleepy eyes in love released juice fruiting tongues spores release.
It was your moon night dancer’s glare ice, my amazement sailed to your teeth.
To eat me, my flesh you can have.
Take taste my life with your poisonous kissing shadowed mouth and empty eyes.
For now I rest in sleep of centuries hunt the dark and your warm bloody wetness on my tongue around my lowered sword.
The grass rose roses and pink blooms erase my eyes with lips of golden twists.
Golden hair, your display is only brilliance from that of a ballerina in my hands.