she dreamt of
potted aloes and
tumbleweeds,
candy floss and
algae-infested bicycles
i made
a painter out of her
i was the muse
sliding through her
veins and whispering
in her ears,
then I left her-i wonder if she still paints
muse
she dreamt of
potted aloes and
tumbleweeds,
candy floss and
algae-infested bicycles
i made
a painter out of her
i was the muse
sliding through her
veins and whispering
in her ears,
then I left her-i wonder if she still paints