Early sun the birds' tongues sends a-wag;
Gorse pyres force fires in through open window dragged,
Like rogues blag a cabin below the deck of a wandering ship,
So smoke woke being stowed on the lip of a morning wind.
Taking my time,
Light I descry,
To wake in a while.
Warm bodies that lie
Beneath a banyan balcony, a muse of colour calls to me.
A sari much less touched than seen, but touched to see
My chest used to be used not as a pillow, but my trunk
For you, blown skin willow is drunk on your best.
Taking our time,
In the night slowly by,
But waking under a spun sky,
Miles now divide and I'm
Not spending night
Be still full of time
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
Early sun the birds' tongues sends a-wag;
Gorse pyres force fires in through open window dragged,
Like rogues blag a cabin below the deck of a wandering ship,
So smoke woke being stowed on the lip of a morning wind.
Taking my time,
Light I descry,
To wake in a while.
Warm bodies that lie
Beneath a banyan balcony, a muse of colour calls to me.
A sari much less touched than seen, but touched to see
My chest used to be used not as a pillow, but my trunk
For you, blown skin willow is drunk on your best.
Taking our time,
In the night slowly by,
But waking under a spun sky,
Miles now divide and I'm
Not spending night
Be still full of time
