tail of tales

I can tell
The hidden secrets
In your eyes
And in your coffee

I can psyche you
Like a pigeon
Stocks her crop
With healing berries
('cos winter is long
As a comet's tale)

I can tell you
"Do not touch me"
And I know
Your grain of gold
Woven sticky
Web of winter
(Who's tail is long
As Love is cold.)


M.j.C. 4/07/13 - Italy.