Tag: poetry

flesh falls gently upon flesh speaking in seismic rhythm

how quietly the river dreams of the journey to sea

where the fog reaches the sun jumps into the cold stream

spring pale legs disturb the morning peace

take a picture the crow says let me haunt your phone

the landscape turns to dust and yet the flesh remains

spring the landscape barely remembers our touch

herein lies the cosmos the universe unfiltered unexplored

feels good to remember this drizzle on dark skin