Zywa Where are you?

Where are you?
Witchfinger moss
shows you the way in the woods

I watch, I reach
my green hands
are leaking love

my head shakes seeds
into the world, friends
eat them

fairy tales will grow
from them, give them hugs
and tears, where are you?

I am the tree of your soul
that you can embrace
come with your cheek

put it against my belly, take
my belly in your lap
just come

and heal from the welts
of life, come
sing and jump

not only underground
I want to be
connected with you

Poem 1661
Amsterdam, 2018-01-23

Witchfinger moss: translation of the Dutch name of physcia tenella
Collection: Without reserve 
Keyword: Together: connected 
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