Roos Hermsen

I endear you

with tingly lips

and half-sleep mind

I soften the edge

of your person

you can be anything

all potential and

virtue

absence is patience

alone is sovereign

I picture you

precious

a hidden folder

which only my eye

or finger unlocks

distance is sweet

it widens

wide open fields

grazing horses

wet grass

a breeze comes in

sweeps you away

but your scent

lingers

dews on a poppy

wild, unnoticed

fugacious