nevering

storm in a teacup

let me feed you honey cakes
don't be the ghost
a storm
in a teacup
damaged flowerheads,
the visions of pollen drifting
across an open sky
the clenched-teeth music
building heroes again
they are given a honeycomb
oh if possible stay


let the teeth of a flower
build a sky of ghosts
and if possible feed your doubts
with visions of honeycomb heroes
open the possible drift of music
in a storm of honey unclenching
oh you
again we make tea and dance
the slow dancer
music like damage to come

posted by Cathy @ 2:26 PM