Monthly Archives: May 2014

I Am Now

On the road.
Wet road just like
your mouth when my heart
fell down. 
When your reason was
framed in self destruction.
The glass cried red bitterness. 

Grace.
Grace fell asleep on your planet;
the orange sky became turquoise;
tenderness turned into black.

Look at me now;
I am now.

– S
Montreal – March 5,  2014