empty azalea clouds

breathers seek venture
anywhere but sea level

sugar water
trickles down
the sleepy bough

swaying seamlessly
skin frayed at the hem
i kiss my hand for practice
as the sun paints a graffiti sky

you think i’m doing something
else…

on Earth’s crust

delicate you dust
my adobe trust
parting
the lips
of lust

sometimes,
to get them off my back
i hand out reflections
they seem happier
with themselves

lonely, truth

we hold patterns, clouds evolve
this sky is an anomaly for fools
like
me

your stinger
is safely stuck
inside my soul

5 thoughts on “empty azalea clouds

  1. “i kiss my hand for practice
    as the sun paints a graffiti sky”

    “I hand out reflections
    they seem happier
    with themselves”

    “this sky is an anomaly for fools”

    Goodness.
    Your work is astounding.

  2. I could live on just that title for days. There isn’t much better than pink clouds that won’t rain, except pink clouds that will. I love your second stanza, and the last. No poems today? That makes me sad. 😦

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