"sweet little alchemist..."
"did you always believe that butterflies were white?
& singed with the solace of love?"
"sometimes" I sighed
"sometimes the sparrow's breath kissed my lips
& I forgot this place wasnt heaven."
the days that passed since I wandered fraying tourniquets
& angel stitched
.......I watched the rivers burn
& danced in the alchemy of backwards reveries