STAR.K

Love is a curious war one of worlds colliding under a deep red sun cut ties, interlinked with a warm rush down the spines of waking senses rivers of words soaked in blood embracing joy from all the foreign battles this one is mine a torn fabric woven by the sound of time in halls of mirrors that showed me a truth lost in myself, yet freed from my mind at the edge of a world waging wars with itself I am the boiling blood & sharpened blade the calm in the storm & color of everything felt

poem@ikm