your fists
unclench
like flowers
as you
unhold
the morning.
the flowers
like lips
they open
and the wind
and the bees
carry your voice
in the pollen.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:55 AM UTC
your fists
unclench
like flowers
as you
unhold
the morning.
the flowers
like lips
they open
and the wind
and the bees
carry your voice
in the pollen.
for leonard cohen
