Weathered inner city wanderer, an abstract ceramic; cracked glaze and bare foot
Earth fired, pale skin, freckled prince Sodalite, lord of the overlooked
Under the carpet a rock, a tiny Unakite jewel, where came to rest the deep longingbetween close bodies and the weight of long dark nights alone
Dusty floorboards creak, tin cools, and the wind it whispers with the curtain, heraldinga quiet blue sunless dawn
The smell of turf and unwashed bodies mingling, like the salt of male heat and thesweet tang of female flower
We freaks in the shadows, our hard faces fleeting, our power your mystery