Sunday, May 17


Flavour, do flirt, I crave a delicious fling with you.
Neutrality, it's been long and it's not me, it's you.
Sinuous longing, I hear your high-pitched plea; fractious hoping, I see the canvas white still.
Scar the immaculate attire, gouge out the inert; escape the ashen trails for the adventure of dirt.
Asleep in a living universe, dear soul, take flight.
Be inspired, break free; the time is right.

1 comment:

  1. Hi the poem is ok. The last line kinda sucks. Thanks.