To fall for a person
With hands of bird bone
That quiver and flutter
And like water, break stone
Winter blankets branches
It asks
Does frost taste bitter or sweet?
One step forward,
One retreat
Each step stepping
On someone’s feet
If I held those hands
It asks
Would it taste bitter or sweet?
Don’t hold birds;
Watch them flit from trees
And come and go
as they please
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
To fall for a person
With hands of bird bone
That quiver and flutter
And like water, break stone
Winter blankets branches
It asks
Does frost taste bitter or sweet?
One step forward,
One retreat
Each step stepping
On someone’s feet
If I held those hands
It asks
Would it taste bitter or sweet?
Don’t hold birds;
Watch them flit from trees
And come and go
as they please