snip snip, slip

another poem about love

tiny slips, (secret)ing sentences

during the first frail

and pure

hours of blue magic morning

planted are heads, furrowed in sleep

only sprouted are

s(he)

tiny (s lip)pery words

singing, simultaneously, silent

intangible

yet true

only for an hour or under the moon

Reviews

[misha]

Great job! I really liked this piece as it was soft and nice to read.

[Judy Ponceby]

lovely, intriguing and unusual with the parentheses :)