paraphrase for the rose
This rose
so red
a rose is a
rose
a word is a
word
spring is
not a text
and love is love
and a word
is a word
you, i long
for you,
for your
hidden softness
and a
bird's nest
you, i call
you,
chanting
into wind,
the green
leaves
tremble in
the sun
i am a
man-bird
who wants
to rest
for these
nights
and fly
through the days
and i am
a warm stone
for you to lay
your head on.
together we
breathe
and move naked,
love of life and death
revealed ,
timeless,
until we
sleep
this rose
so red
a rose is a
rose
a word is a
word
spring is
not a text
and love is
love
and a word
is a word
