Eternally Twelve

Eternally twelve

suckling on green plums

with plumped preteen lips

pointed at unknown constellations

above the city alley's warm pavements

cradling the corroded skeletons of old cars

of old worlds

In see through white gowns

showing scraped knees

attached to thin legs

clumsily thrown at the back of a bench

unaware, sleepy, fluffy haired

we play

without a concept of finality

in laughter infinite

Our toes touch

our lashes brush over our cheeks

as angelic blue birds fly out of our clits

and explode in the clouds

The anger of the world passes by

like red trains through sunflower fields

as we dream ruthlessly

of thanking everything

Self portrait