soulangel.

skyblossom in the dawn.

my sadness is forever not present, lest we be strangers-

as we have been, and forever may be-

stranger than the january wind, cold and harsh, the barren serengeti...

and only love is welcome.

only comfort saves our fall, and so we must seek all beauty

truly called, voice pure and sweet on her tongue, april rain unfolds incredibly as silken liquid from the sky-high peaks of her glazed-glass collarbones.

and i am the only one she ever needed.

she is the only reason for earth. all is equal in the day-dawning of love and electric leaps of steamy-slick iron, sparked by the smelting iron,

ore to ash, ash to electricity

all is candy in the carnival of faraway disgrace;

well-worn, the shoes of every man, and every woman's too.