Our pale young bodies
the bluff with the tree and bird
warmed by the round sun
You walk down the path
a book conceals your coy smile
blossoms in your hair
Toiling through deep woods
taut with the tail lights of dawn
you reach for my hand
Oh how a willow
can show the westerly wind!
Angry long-haired girl
We reap our own way
with makeshift machetes
whipped by thin branches
Sweet drop from the tip
of a honeysuckle wick
plays on my plump tongue
still I know the joy
of seizing on that red daub--
cardinal in the trees
the bluff with the tree and bird
warmed by the round sun
You walk down the path
a book conceals your coy smile
blossoms in your hair
Toiling through deep woods
taut with the tail lights of dawn
you reach for my hand
Oh how a willow
can show the westerly wind!
Angry long-haired girl
We reap our own way
with makeshift machetes
whipped by thin branches
Sweet drop from the tip
of a honeysuckle wick
plays on my plump tongue
still I know the joy
of seizing on that red daub--
cardinal in the trees
Jules! Your images are so vibrant! I don't even know where to begin--they're so disparate yet you connect them simply! Tail lights of the dawn <3
ReplyDeletethese are delightful bites of color and images!