Handmade Softer Rough Love

Got to flow, got to know
to quiet down in the rise of wisdom
Yes, the third dimension, misconception
and information

Sculping myself in early mornings
of abstract poetry

Compelled by nude interstellar exploding
emergent dinasty

Surfing in stages where larger warves
were replaced, lost my face in tenderness in order
to gain a harder and rougher love

Dance with ,fly with me says the melodie
who you are, swear to this reality
there was blur among the stars

Burning eyes have heard some blues
then feeling soft by the foam and the groove
That fingertip was not yours ,enough to fit a handmade form

Sculped and molded
Sculped and molded