Bedside
the liquid lip such
rapidity her
comfort
damped in
lightly-steeped tisane
of earth
of bough
of leaf
the scent
the chest
inhaling home
choke greediness by hand
and let the thermos
go with the small pot
have the single cup
alone
a lonely poem x
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. With sadness and magic.
ReplyDeletekup hei... fu hei
ReplyDeleteOh I love being alone, but it does mean the sadness has room to sleep on the other side of the bed....
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