Creamer Quest

vine of sudden touch wear coat
in the ice cream of cooled
heat in plane of dune

burn like dead wood, smell every
inch of laughter
smuggle just to looks like womb
of child birth, a wings of hammer
hook head of joy

see what taste, the leaves that
touches the
ground and telling you come;
pick of what
is new, all must be
return to pieces in order to grow
and live again

just leave for a moment...

by Antonio Liao

Comments (1)

grow and live again, I like it, thanks.