Lykren
03-07-2013, 01:09 AM
I inhabit
narrow spaces.
I live
in folded streets.
The dead water
cries up,
the little flowers drifting
on the black surface
are swallowed,
forgiven.
Your wounds
I caress
with soft flames,
your enemies
I watch
with dark cat's eyes
in the bleak dawn.
Love can hide here
among the red-headed leaves
and stop my travelling fingers
with a kiss.
narrow spaces.
I live
in folded streets.
The dead water
cries up,
the little flowers drifting
on the black surface
are swallowed,
forgiven.
Your wounds
I caress
with soft flames,
your enemies
I watch
with dark cat's eyes
in the bleak dawn.
Love can hide here
among the red-headed leaves
and stop my travelling fingers
with a kiss.