the next big thing

i grow sharp with teh air and the sky.

sashimi slicing through should dos. layered thinly on the pallete. savouring each small victory as it glides from hand to mouth.

late night waxing about the meta and micro leaves us smooth come morning light. i move between these circles until they overlap; tracing impressions of venn diagrams on my skin.

my lover returns past midnight.
my dreams find safety inh his skin.