Few Words Of Love...

revolutions in the liquid sky

love
is that what it is called?

roses in the garden

a room of music and scent

why does the harmonica always
remind me of you?

songs in the hourglass

poems in the weed

the poet’s
kiss still rots upon your skin

you awaken
like a legend

with a memory
and the last line

snowstorm in your eyes

and my dreams behind them

dreams in the night

and the night sleeps

upon your lips.