I want to
do to you
what spring does to the cherry trees
what the chrysalis does to the caterpillar
what wings do in the wind
what feathers do whilst falling
want to say to you
what silence says to snow
do to you
what the sostenuto pedal does to the struck strings
want to read you like the flame reads the page
curl you up from the edges
turning your dark words into more flames
whisper to you like winter whispers
to the seeds sealed in the soil
do to you what the autumn sun does
to the leaves and streets just before dark
what the sea does to all the smashed glass
lick your serrations
frost your clearness
turn your brokenness into blossom
pain into petals
