I wish that we could entwine our limbs into some vine like knot
Ever twisting and growing and furling
And tightening with each pull
Through our mouths and ears would bloom the flowers
Heads thrown back crying out
Yet pensive air ghostly still
Until breaths would yawn for nurturing water
And limbs slowly unfold to peace
And hope remains leaving bodies that have everything yet to will
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
I wish that we could entwine our limbs into some vine like knot
Ever twisting and growing and furling
And tightening with each pull
Through our mouths and ears would bloom the flowers
Heads thrown back crying out
Yet pensive air ghostly still
Until breaths would yawn for nurturing water
And limbs slowly unfold to peace
And hope remains leaving bodies that have everything yet to will