Tag: poem

before dawn we collect our limbs and pretend to be okay

meeting the mist at town’s edge

slip road lost gods selling their souls for a ride

break the surface of bedsheets fresh spring air

dawn light buddha sits on a lotus of fire

there it is the freedom you seek in the space between finite and infinite

night winds drawn into the vortex of bedsheets

her pale body and tangents she brings to bed

against a backdrop of purple fire buddha’s lotus

dawn mist fades a piece of paradise revealed