Yes I do
I smell the breath of morning grass
to feel those steps’ soothing touch,
I taste sparrows’ so-sweet chirp
Yes I do, heal my heart in your grip.
I draw dream lines on seashell’s shy
and read blind believer’s crimson cry,
I kiss your brow with sigh worm thirst
Yes, I take gold bath in burning dusk.
I worship very deep the natural verse;
Oh my LORD you know – Yes I drink,
lassitude leisure in a gourmand glass.
Photo: Ben White