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 waited for you
where the sun meets the sea...

I sleep beneath the untamed vines,
On mossy earth and fleshy leaves...

fooled into thinking
I could frame them forever...

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...

Oh, little house, where once I grew,
You hide behind the green...

With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...

I never chased the city lights -
I dreamt of woods and shade...