written by: Tatyana Kot
I walk into the green eternal.
Polygamy of senses flight
Soars to the sun, abandons fright,
Leads to the truth, austere, internal:
My mere life, with all its bells and drums,
Slow-burning highs and catapulting lows,
Abrasive loving and caressing blows,
Will pass in front of me to quiet strums.
This carousel will make a sudden pause,
My rigid amazon of pride will skew,
Stretched like a creamy sheet beneath you,
Accepting grieving bravado of loss…