sometimes silver lining pink. sometimes not there at all.
sometimes tongue tastes like its been chewing nothingness all day.
sometimes spit out.
sometimes scattered flower.
sometimes harsh winter in bone marrow.
away. awake. awaiting.
eyelash on soft pillow.
coney island dreaming in the backseat.
(and my arabic dancing on your lip)
#PinkIncrements and the moon: a series