unravel stigmas
by acknowledging feelings...
how comely were
your naked breasts...
my oars split the surface,
bequeathing brevity...
How green the shoots that all conspire
To bring the winter down...
I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...
I waited for you
where the sun meets the sea...
Such spite we showed along the path to hell
Yet even now I wonder why we burned...
I do recall your vibrant eyes
And how you framed your lips...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
Oh, little house, where once I grew,
You hide behind the green...
Will words of comfort comfort you
When I am summoned home...
tail bent and buckled
body painted with tyre marks...