Sunday 24 February 2019

Everything is You

Curtain called
From the beginning
All broke brick and yellow
Street stations
Souls to take
Why the feathers kiss
How the river breathes
Roads, emeralds, Os
Even when I wasn't
Ladders, spirals
Beneath the Climbing Tree
Rags to lips
In those shallows
The tides told me,
'She was here
And you were near'
Because feathers kiss
And rivers breathe
When everything is you.

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