Under ground
To my palm sweating, nerve crashing whore:
Storms aren’t always what they may perceived to be
A devotion your yellow aura may reach in every direction, arms spread with longitude, tangled,
Yet a bliss
You allow yourself to reflect the exemplary diamond blue squares upon the water but never give your nails and hips permission to look at a reflection staring back at you
You almost forget how devoted you are to becoming crestfallen
Time washing
How devoted you have become to allowing and
contempt you are with creating a morose version of yourself
you shake at the very touch of your own blood
Your own warmth
Your own path
It seems you desire a cut cold frame of yourself to only persecute
In the court room you are capable yet unable to pinpoint a route that you may walk in that will allow your brown laces and blue leaves to fall and hang with relief and remedy
To allow your eyes to reach into the soil and grasp a firm understanding of compassion for the very body that held it
To nurture a grander scheme of an orange garden you are able yet unwilling and incapable of maturing under ,at the moment
I am fond of you
Yet am I comfortable?
You feed me stories that ruin
The very oil and woodlands running up into my clouds , raining back down on my toes that grow mushrooms
My love
It is okay to embrace warmth that must not mean you aren’t worthy of production
That must not mean you are not capable of progression
That must not mean it is a necessity to kill and cut the very limbs that were holding you up when you could not agree to be held
A sermon must not need to come in order for you to be satisfied
The courthouse jury is on no occasion obligated nor completely understanding of your white and green forest
The white are waiting patiently for chances that aren’t obliged by your very own palm sweat
Harassing homeowners mistaken for trespassers
Oh forest
Must you not stride under the valley of impalement regarding your own powerhouse
You would understand the glowing pink hovering right above your very atmosphere
Spreading , stretching outwards in every direction
South
North
East
Maybe in the direction of your very chest
Maybe then your hounds won’t be heard