from lands near
I still here the whispers of your strong tears
streams of consciousness

down

your cheeks of rose
kissing toes

you're mine

waves of gold
mindful
of stories untold
I know,
you know

you're mine

rows full of roses
on this
eight fold path
walking with promise
into your innocence

this age of grievance
has come to an end
the time has come
to send the message
to publish the poem
to write another rhyme

fused at the start
our lives combine
no more leaving
no more crying
singing and sweeping
sweat dripping

down

your neck
your nose
slides down my spine
I know
you know

you're mine