we have transformed our weapons
into something more
than all this deep, bright skin.
the view is fine from here,
a shadowed path of deep
breath and longing.
pick me a daisy, a hazy day bent
sideways, a crazy stem to braid into
the tresses of my trees. allow the breeze
to walk its whisper
through my veins, practice
violin within the quiet
confines of my tears.
out of inelegant sighs,
of the same small song.
(food for thought, love.)
……………….(food for thought: love.)