i'm slipping into the pheasant's eye
with a yearn
for the bright of dark
upon me.
my honeyed tongue
wraps music
into the cryptic wild
of adonis palestina.
i melt lillies into the wood
for ember.
the fire of the east
is in my amber eye.
i speak life
into the world
like nymphcea alba
nuphar lutea carpe diem.
the willow is beside me
in it's eccentric shell.
ctecias found me in the park
& i'm graving inward towards a shallow light... |