Thursday, December 10, 2015

through the woods of you

lost i have always been
sweet cherry basket left upon the forest floor
abandoned solitary delights ...
tempting to creatures wild & determined
why have i waited here for so long
for you to bite?
what is the pull?
the intrinsic desire to be gobbled whole ....?
come to me thru your brambles and thorns
come to me with edges raw & blackened
your dark fits felted within my light
my light....
as i grow weary & cold with no skin
to wrap these silver bones
sweet cherry winter waiting 

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