Our bodies

    If I am to assemble our bodies

in a canvas

    it will be the distance between pale 

sky and sea

    pounding the wall thick of old trees  



If I am to journal our words 

    in a book

it will be thin & scrawny with hardly

   any quotes

pressed amidst dried roses & frayed ink

  

So instead,  I will make plump of

    our hollowed bellies &  

smear turmeric & saffron on our faces 

    earth rich, sun-burst colors    

pining eagerly as autumn leaves before falling  

                                                                    away-

Last Kiss by Adam Martinakis

Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Inspired by poems of Denise Levertov 

Shared with Poets United Thanks for the visit ~