of the need for lyric
whispers and fingertips
behind my ear
like a distant melody
of dappled water that flows
where tulips open
their soft petals spreading
like a morning yawn
of the weight of the stones
that left my body imprinted
my bones branded
my hands a delicate muzzle
of my desire as it sinks
into the peat of this fen
with its torturously slow
fade and decay
and of you my muse
forever and always
light years away
light years away
