Juniper
Juniper
I haven't layed eyes on you for some time
and that makes me wonder
if you still think about me.
I have been like a petrified young woman
near her mother's grave
with every look in the mirror ,
demolishing you
with every swirl and swift of my tongue.
Yet , your eyes always hummed tunes
of anger ,
making me question
if this is only the shore
and the storm
is just about to come .
You grew to be a tall field of grass :
it is prosperous and rich in life,
yet in plain sight ,
it is just a bed for me to rest
the presence of many
that became myself.
And has always been like this
ever since June.