Manger Le Corbeau

In my mind I’m so in love
I’ve never tasted you
So how could I ever know
Such a pure bath
Could end up
Eating crow—

I let your body
Pass over me like an eclipse
I let my body
Rest under you like a
Raging river to abridge
Our differences
In one story
Twelve trees
A rope knotted and aligned
In a hanging bed of twine
Twisted and divine

In my mind I’m so in love
I’ve never tasted you
So how could I truly know
Such a pure bath
Would be worthwhile
To swallow

© GÄ

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Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com - Tea Maker & Owner of goldenlungtea.com - Hair & Music at Geinos.com