In Time for Forever


I bask in the mist

of forgotten monsoons and slow-crawling moons.

Where my naked back,

strong and silky,

pleads  for the brilliance of  electric green blasts

to ride above me

in explosions that leave sparks

in my hair.

and scars on my neck

that will never fade away

like time seems to do

“In Time for Forever” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Steven Quinn

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