Sap Rising

We lie enclosed
In our two-big bed
We watch clouds part
Wonder at love left un-said
Feel
Sap rising


Bow-saw us in two
Count-on
Our deep ochre rings
Stare
And marvel
At the loss of all things


A forest
Quiet as
A summer day
Waits beyond the glass
Breath
Has misted all away


We lie obscured
In our two-big bed
Quilted
Downed and pillowed
Behind eyes
A flood of red
Feel
Sap rising

About 14thcenturypoet

Author of Mandorlinfiore, an historical fantasy based on traditional Italian folk tales...
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