dripping with candle
burns when
silent confession in grimace draws heart
in the bark of oak grown together in two
As with moss inaudible
insects
on the steps of cold
go and hear the old wood with knots
drink honey
You'll feel better
in addition to the field of cornflowers poppies bloom
and cheeks
and then
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC