Untitled (Tiny mortal writings ...) / Lily Reavis

Untitled (Tiny mortal writings ...)

Lily Reavis

Tiny mortal writings in the flesh tea garden Wisp away into shreds of air, Float past this moment of Softness & Memory & Cadence dripping sweetly.

Like honey until they are rediscovered, Uncovered by a form of shadow Which dances between aspens and Falls below bookcases. I did not come here to miss you.

One day this tea garden moment will loosen In the minds of readers and explorers. Morning ends & mourning ends & A flesh garden turns to bone.

This is the last moment I forget. Arms stretched and unfiltered, Bathing in the sun and basking in The river which takes me next.

Perhaps I came here to miss you.