@Bithan 10 September 2020

Week 1 Day 7

I am sitting here in a robe Of patches of colour that make me think Of parsley and mint And the juice from a melon The oils running from my head Through my long anguished hair To my forehead, my cheeks, my eyes And to my shoulders Where it stains me with the still-dream of you Climbing honeycombs and ladders to be here To converse with the shadows on my nocturnal breast