this scraping away, this old skin
oaks are burning and I am paper thin
the sky expands into my lip
and i never knew walking could look so hip
been gulping down purple for my keep
just stay on the phone with me and breathe in deep
and at night, coming down with damp and feet
twist yourself around me, i need your human heat
today the lilacs smell like your hair
looking to clouds, belly up and i find you there
little biddy pretty one,
getting lost in the daylight sun
but don’t play with me, cause you’re playing with fire…
I took these photos right after my last final of this semester. How wonderful to be finished.
