note: Persephoneia asked me about my custom text status thing, and this flowed out in about a minute, or less really.
Waiting in a field of grass
I'm just resting, nestling the blades, the convex and concave curves in each crisp
plant, like an individual thought that whispers to me my dreams and desires
hoping perhaps, that the tea kettle cloud in the sky will go off soon
and I can find a figure walking over to accompany me in this endless grass
it's a naked feeling, even if I'm dressed, the grass glistens through
veils and masks, and I'm waiting to share myself with someone waiting in grass.
