The longest day, today, and I am fed with angel dust.
The sun’s rays travel beyond the back. Beyond poppy-painted hills.
Clouds, lily and violet. Ambrose arises pinkish in the translucent sky.
Here I am and here I will be.
Whether you see me.
Whether your hips raise.
Whether your feet gallop the horizon.
Here I am. Stand there, for me.
I’ll give you paints of scents.
Canvass the body.