Under The Black Roof #3

by on July 18, 2011 :: 0 comments

On the path to your body
I walked.

All along the way
blueberries were singing
this old psalm known from all :
moritari te salutant…

editors note:

Yes, we who are about to die – with anticipation over your sweet succulent surprise; with terror over the thought that one time, down the line, will be the last – salute you. – mh

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