Monday, September 24, 2012

a lake that swallowed the sun


you are just one
reflection
your scent
are the flowers
the sturdy ones
they never die
i touch
all leaves in my garden
with quivering fingers
sensing your skin
i see a bright moon's image
in a lake that swallowed the sun
rain touches my face
melted glacier dew
cooling my fever
salty lips of an ocean
i imagine
without, i cannot survive