Savanna
Posted: March 22nd, 2015, 1:39 pm
Would love to live in the tender grasses
across the plains, where every cycle
it withers and grows and wildfires fail
to end them, and each year
they are reborn: their perfume,
their greenness, their emerald stalks
meadowing with nostalgia of another year
and you in the middle with her,
and no one to see you quivering naked
and blending but flocks of small birds.
across the plains, where every cycle
it withers and grows and wildfires fail
to end them, and each year
they are reborn: their perfume,
their greenness, their emerald stalks
meadowing with nostalgia of another year
and you in the middle with her,
and no one to see you quivering naked
and blending but flocks of small birds.
