khrishna grace

Just an analog girl in a digital world…

Felipe Fernandez


Like a chocolate fountain

Flowing through you…
And your great, grassy
White picket-fenced palaces

Felipe Fernandez
And his…
Big, beautiful beads of sweat
Seep into the sweet fruits and trees

And bruised leaves
Leaving bruised knees in your garden

Keeping and serving life
Being and deserving life
Your blues eyes don’t him
But your blue eyes do need him
For Felipe Fernandez
And his
Rough has caress
The petals of your flowers into loveliness

Yet he remains nameless,

To your lips…


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