retreat

this is it
my world where blood
drops like ink
into water

not too much
further on, you'll see them
misty hills crowned with gold
bottled glory

warped fields
they make sense in time,
not in space,
not with eyes

but oh,
oh,
how I'll be watching
craving your sidestep magic

while the camellias bloom
ripe from my palms
and the hush of wind
strangles your thoughts