May 2010
in the field
bells on each flower
breath on my neck
soft noise is elixir
turning, flowing, sighing
white roots
beneath the soil
my hands are open
the morning's kiss
settles upon the earth
bells on each flower
breath on my neck
soft noise is elixir
turning, flowing, sighing
white roots
beneath the soil
my hands are open
the morning's kiss
settles upon the earth
