{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

{poem + story} kiss on the wrist.

ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how i feel the fading, the silk, and the sweet scent of the deepening how morning shadows can stretch us, re-shape us, twist us, even tangle us but never break...
When Hawks Fly and Eternal Lovers Meet

When Hawks Fly and Eternal Lovers Meet

ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bed and tie the bottom corners to my ankles how shadows can stretch us, twist us, re-shape us, even tangle us but never break us how soul touches soul on the lips and you take my wrist knowing...