Standing at her shores,
between.
Places.
Bleeding at the knees.
There are no rules in pure love’s voice.
Lagu.
Wading, blood and water
mix.
Pink tears forming.
Rose colouring your devotion.
Lagu.
The lost ones think
they are unconstrained
by their hearts.
They make its beat their slave.
Lagu.
The soul’s law is your highest destiny.
Knees bend ragged
to hear its decree.
Lagu.
In desperate places
we truly come
unchained.
Lagu.
False regulations rumble
through the streets,
armored and austere.
They.
pin you there.
Lagu
Asphalt refuses to
wash away your rusty
tears.
Claw free,
writhing to her shores.
Lagu
Where at last
shell-pink tears trickle
into her sterling depths.
Lagu.