Bones of the earth, flesh of the flower

bones of the earth

meet

flesh of

the flower

moles grow moonish

the sea glass devours

veins of the sea

wild like key shaped eyes

lavender heart

blue like a tree

fragmented mind

night on my thigh

bruise like a star

your hands crimson

the fox afar

names in my palms

ladybug on the lace

tears of the tree

lies of the trunk

ashes of the green painter.

(A dead fox lies on my bed,

Candle keeping it company,

If he must rest, so be it…)

-Gaia