Fish position – Ma body twists and flounders. As it gasps for air.
Soft socks waalked oot, Mended wi’a mushroom And wooly woad yarn.
How aa miss ye face,
With its resigned contortions
For me camera.
Fingers stained wi’ pink.
Gorge on ruby, sweet flesh,
Small borsts of pleasure.
Satin suited migrants Zig-zagging to catch their prey, Drinking on the wing.
Elm gifts us it’s seed Bundles of papery coins. Waiting samara’s.
Are stuck on the spring willow.
Branches of soft down.