Homage in Fun to Nisus

[willows_song]

Sugar finds approval
on the corners of your lips

Beyond any doubt
if given a soft hint
an option
I would

Wild eyes, open wide
circles and spheres
indulgence
claws do not draw blood

Healthy, sensible, distracted
colors,
lines, openings, intrigue
objects,
manmade, homemade, grown

Accustomed to gripping the binding so the pages don’t fall out
avoid return from paradise
it rips my heart out
if ever, or never let out

Sitting on the edge of a lake
leach on a child’s leg, covered in seaweed

A jump to the edge
declaration “this is hell”
dead trees, I stand in soot
this fire has burned
I am alone
I look behind
to find I’ve passed you
I’ll never forget the silence
I have forgotten the words