the window sill
of dripping wind
washing when
we, tripping
try to send
the kite and hill
whispering bees
and subtle trees
watching them
explode in fashion
with the gentleness
of all thorns
we kiss the end
the window sill
of dripping wind
washing when
we, tripping
try to send
the kite and hill
whispering bees
and subtle trees
watching them
explode in fashion
with the gentleness
of all thorns
we kiss the end