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 longing
between close bodies and the weight of long dark nights alone


Dusty floorboards creak, tin cools, and the wind it whispers with the curtain, heralding
a quiet blue sunless dawn


The smell of turf and unwashed bodies mingling, like the salt of male heat and the
sweet tang of female flower


We freaks in the shadows, our hard faces fleeting, our power your mystery