As if I listened.
All night was a love poem,
pushing towards daybreak.
Your body’s edge exhausted,
panting and dripping.
A spring equinox
tied to my body,
and drowned
on your tongue.
Flowers and the Water
As if I listened.
All night was a love poem,
pushing towards daybreak.
Your body’s edge exhausted,
panting and dripping.
A spring equinox
tied to my body,
and drowned
on your tongue.
A Wandering Poet 