DANCER
1.21.19
what to learn from perhaps
thorn wired brambles
im speechless
berry red youre dizzy vertigo
let me kiss your forehead
cross a line of tender
perhaps too much we learn
sunshine and bliss are for the innocent
the warm
those who sleep at roots everything grounded and good
im foolish and wistful
making a mul from the ras
piest, the sultriest of singers
and here i claimed discernment
lackin acumen and understanding im injurious
too open – too willing
to ask
accumulating paragraphs in my story
like you’d stay till morning
best nip it it in the bud
perhaps we learn thorns
are a better berry
than softness