Poem No. 1

In the amber sap of morning

I could taste love for the very first time…

Neither did it take nor did it ravage black fruit.

Properly entwined;

Entrapped in majesty’s stare…

The prospects of which previously deadened the brightest hopes…

Beneath kobicha strands, I felt.

©Kyanna Kitt 2016

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