We drink eternity,
soft, slow, salty,
like coffee cups
of unexplored ocean blues,
breathing in dark stars,
bleeding in the wake
of the wild breeze
that has no home
in these fatherless trees,
eyes moist by this window of time,
a prisoner of this smoky glass.
We are porcelain colored in concrete,
a brilliant blush of delirious desire
All words by Damien B. Donnelly and gifted from today’s magnetic poetry oracle.