Canvas that can speak well, eloquent
See me paint a voice
words splashing to blur, a charmer’s mime
see me, my deprecated star
I still make love, high on a skyrocketing way
See me, my anthropomorphic God diluted in the reddest wine
a synchronised heart open to heartbreaks
roads that care for women with skeletal thighs
how they so much
see me walking with them.
How so unrelieved,
see me never open to the clichés in the Force
See me pillow-fight
and my paper-weapon
See me love red a signal. My favourite, not.
Danger or Stop. No harmful cranny. Unlike any trial and error that this too,
see me change the password for the leftover Akasha.
And world by any means
managing never to be frozen or yours