Grey sleeves, catch on tops
Strings unravelled, tied in a knot
Buttons opened, tight, now closed,
A secret entry, for only us two to know.
Pristine white, crumpled grey
Stained with fire- liquid, nay-
Tear drops of youth, quenches their thirst
Exciting passages, will always be her first.
There’s an ocean inside you,
and people are swimming in it.
Brushing their arms, stroking their legs
against your waters,
leaving their thoughts before they enter
the holy body.
And they cleanse their own
whilst in yours.
Daffodils rise and life begins anew,
Spring time, this time
Is full of sunshine rather than sorrow.
That will be left behind, to pick up again