of berry red and elder
i press my blood there
a thumbprint between
eye and dusk shadow
beauty as naked is
forgive this romance—
your night drawn in
fingerbones alone
i kiss you when you
dare to look away;
beat your heart closer.
i know i know
these are weary ways
to cast in cold
the frost alone
come now,
lead us walk
rose stones to
water waiting...
2 responses to “of berry and elder”
Like so many of your works, this feels like it belongs in a storybook.
🤔 That does seem to be the case at times.
I wonder myself how that came to be…