My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.
My blood covers
The fruits of our land,
Indulging the tasteless
Sugar that is sand.
Come into
My hallowed frame,
Carve yourself
In my dried name.
Patience is blind
Before crimson stain,
A drought agnostic
To the notion of kin.
Your essence,
A weightless honey,
Covers me
In my surrender
To nothingness,
Into my
Universe…
Hidden within
Your womb.
A breath of life
Nudged the Barents,
As a mother would
Her child.
So I was lifted,
Gently,
Waiting for the sun,
As the sky swelled
With a foreign light.
I thought of you
Where I would
Think of myself…
The sound of light
Was enough,
As winter
Traced her nails
Across my face,
Burning whispers
Layed gently
Upon my skin,
To remind me
This
Was
The taste
Of you.
Surrender
Within his language
Of youth and wisdom.
And sleep
Between the warm
Pages of time.
Let
Your thoughts settle
In a city of lost letters.
And dream
As life kisses you
With a her eyes.