a bird awakes the moon
a fish turns in my dreams
algae wrap around my wrists
Valencia, I just saw you in his eyes
his skin is madness
made of sandalwood
the smell of autumn paves the way
loves lost on lonely cobbled streets
a shadow dances on the wall
a pen writes on a table by itself
on a deck
a sailor flips a coin
dreams,
dust of desiccated lands
impressions, fingers on the pillow
under a purple sky
dried wounds
Valencia,
this room is loneliness,
alienation,
and smells of sandalwood
@Gabriela Marie Milton
image: Tithi Luadthong; Shutterstock; [link]
