Low Water Mark
Lower cases,
Higher intentions.
Were forced to present an opportunity, greater than an early death, suffocation by the starving minutes to success.
I promise, I kiss your forehead when you watermelon the corner of your smile.
Just when the sun and wind flavored a chance.
For us to rest in cuddles this whole afternoon.
Draft:
Precisely there where water were pulled away by moon and sun dating gravity.
I found myself in deep water, just deep enough to drown while still tickling the muddy bottom.
For a last dance, she said.. and jumped heartfirst, to recruit body organs for my disaster.
The date of birth, of this solidity I cherish now in softer times when sand is warm and minds are conformed to nature rhythm.
Draft:
Precisely on the verge of despair.
Shouting souls seemed to be burning in their very fuel that ignites the shouting, despair.
What have we thought to ourselves?
Cutting a gooseneck therapy won’t get far as long as the grass is dry, yellow, begging for mercy; please don’t step on my August hell?!
