Saturday, September 10, 2016

Ripe


When the time comes,
you know

when the sugar is spun,
the sweetness crackles

when the blue bird darts over,
happiness rains stars

when the bitter registers empty
hunger is captive

when the hug envelops your heart
in blazing fire

when your black saffron
speaks redolence

you are ready




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