Wipe my lips at the memory
Of a kiss that is nothing
In comparison to you
He who has become one
With the essence of what is
My impermanent discovery
Lungs flutter like
Butterfly wings when I
Breathe you in
Chopping wood
Between the ferns
Surrounding green
To build a hearth
A birch like cabin for your heart
Burning the lime blue
Flames of embers truth
Impressed upon my youth
Wake up with me tomorrow
© GÄ
Poétique 