Tesuque (ta-suki) to sarah-

in his mirror

she twists her strands 

the very air
slowly curls around her finger the forevers
some futureless dream
weaves her words
warm scarves of affections
almost lost sorrows
stares into her stares
radiant secrets
mystery
of her

she speaks mountain

mouths moving clouds 

their blurred sun

they hear the low echoes

rustle rumble of her hummed melody in 

twisting branches 

of the same tree 

a thousand 

or more 

times

she scatters her verses freely

pensively seeds her own earth

they are crowded 

alone

secure in the nature 

of her silenced desires

tesuque

jppestana november 26, 20