you are not afraid
to be seen living
and not that regular living shit
the farce that makes puppets of human flesh
you don’t fool anyone about what it takes to survive
in a dry place
left alone
to piece together a redemption so orange we can’t dream for you
holding water in your veins
i understand now that you’re a floating flame before a wall
already all you require for safety for adornment is gathered and you hold you because
to traverse the unkind terrain takes a spell:
you remind you
there is water in my veins
and earth takes care of earth
dry bones dancing in desert lands is a love story
this orange love has no need for walls
