lash not light,

no; unloads weight

of weights

(beauty)

onto (fragil

ity), piling

earth atop glass

seeds, potency of

love or

whatever;

nor slender hand

weak, that catches

eye and pens

itself in mind,

thin lips

steep themselves

(unknowingly)

too-hot-rose-hip-tea

don't ask me

how to tread

seas boiling with

the heat from

coils (a figure or

a voice or

her hands

or love or

what

ever).

just want ground's

smile, greet me

in spring with

whispered promise,

summer, simple

poetry (sprouts,

petals, or whatever,

respectively.)