I hide portals in the

stars under my tongue.

Cosmically inclined and in tune,

I find my escape through the sun…

The ozone is leaking

through my heart again.

Raging storms and

making shapes, with the

sharp edges of our sin.

My crooked hands

shake like earth quakes,

every time the wind

breezes by with his name.

And my eyes turn

to rain divine,

as his spirit thus

grazes on mine.

I’ve planted my secrets

all along his lips.

Waiting for him to grow me,

with his wildfire finger tips.

I will forever love him hazy,

like driftwood days.

Sowing my passion into him,

through the midnights

passing ways…

-HMG