Unravelling
Feb 23, 2017 · 1 min read
Naked in the asking
the moon rises hatless
for the easy chair of
your gazing.
A concert of tides
to tender your unravelling
in linear collectives
with a view from the balcony
of experience. Your streets
undo like buttons feelings
of our minor key; tonalities
in wild chestnut groves:
to make a book from your look
folded to the house within
- though, too beautiful to stay.
