Qat

March 14, 2024

resting on my palms

forgetting qualms

the world out there

is a world of spare

long like silky hair

longing for something fair

nesting on my skins

with floating limbs

in a place of my own

where the sun is my home

this great sense of smell

helps to break the spell

vesting on my wings

scouring through things

welting the flower of may

one that sulfurs away

the cat that dissipates

and among the tides ablates