I crave, the sunset kissing my toes.
bluish, slumbering skies, blanketing everything.
I crave, the freedom, to be moronic
to be not judged, when I disappear at my feet
only to re-emerged with the joker's lipstick,
at the other side of the mirror
I crave,
for the tail end cold front,
of the breathing nights,
where, she warms my heart,
and fills my soul with
unbridled joy.
the simple things,
never tire,
the tonalities of familiarity,
bathing sweet aromas,
caressing the optimism,
of the child within
I crave,
for the absence of commas,
the banalities of q's,
the acceptance of the morning sun
I crave,
for van gogh's seductive abnormalities,
for poe's, dark and truthful humor,
for my comedic lies,
for the grammatical distortions,
of the crooked eye.
I crave,
then,
I crave,
now.
