Cell Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

at one time I will lock you up
suddenly unexpectedly
in one of my grey...
I will wait positively thirsty you will ask
for rainy intimacy smelling
of new conifer needles with forest fern with cowberry

you will remember mellow-ness of traits of the face
heated with summer sun
and with sensitive caress
then again murmuring in white maned
of the wave of my hair

you will still listen
how is hitting the source
of endless resources
of my energy... tendernesses
for you