creature
By Fig R
Published 24 April 2021
kiss me like in the shakespeare poems
while we’re knee deep in the dam
if i dont drown here
bury me in the garden
the poets die together
their noses buried in mushrooms
tangled into purple heather
eyebrows creased to the gloom
take me to the lakes
reflecting giant moons
remake our mistakes
in the late of afternoons
if i die find my body in the creek
where water runs and tiny mynas sing
when the birds have picked my bones raw
leaving pebbles where my eyes once were