Garden

Maybe its now
Time that isn't yours
Freedom hard won but never tasted
Summer citrus lost to the worm within
Poured out like water on concrete
For the burning sun
For bare feet

Scales for the troubadour

Stir crazy sipped sane
Southern gothic
Penny lane
Snakeskin
Sink
Swim
Its all the same

I'm the warm jagged edge
When your spine shimmers
Carnal
When your blue blood simmers
Glow
When you fan your flame