Fine

Fine
Delirium
Stairway
The Box
Winter Budding
Glitter
Bath
Moonshine
Love
The Fall of Paradise

when the indigo screen appears
A glass of milk spills over it into a new Milky Way.
like a fairy’s lymph an oil slick
over your flesh
tender and gentle
like a tame Zoroastrian cow
Light mercurial dew trickled from the branches
over my hair. And the pastures became emerald green
sponges
delicate nets of possibilities
When I burrowed into my dream
the soft tissue throbbed
above a pink mist over the silk cushions

AuthorVera Čejkovska
2018-08-21T17:23:40+00:00 March 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 25|0 Comments