VELVET
05.06.19
measuring happiness
its good being the smuggler
bringing the out, in
justice isnt something you owe
dont worry – all is in order
watermelon drip dripping down your your throat
sticky with perspiration
remember bliss
isnt a feeling but a state of being
a frame of mind
a prance in your step
the feeling of waves in the air breathing softness
let me show you kindness
how much dirt bellied sun kissed hands can
grow the sweetest of apples
this orchard is ours to share
perhaps water wasnt ever the right conduit
i never wanted to be right anyway