lay your beads
across your chest
as willows sprout
where you lay
catch their long tears
with your fingers
in your stomach
your cypress blooms
each breath catches
around her petals
skies drown in
seas of every hue
the pale moon
begins to shine
crickets continue
the bird’s song
lower your eyelids
to die with the sun
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
lay your beads
across your chest
as willows sprout
where you lay
catch their long tears
with your fingers
in your stomach
your cypress blooms
each breath catches
around her petals
skies drown in
seas of every hue
the pale moon
begins to shine
crickets continue
the bird’s song
lower your eyelids
to die with the sun
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