Ghosts To The Fire Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

scice we get along so swimmingly

i thoungt i wouldnt be borring, asked about your physical dimmension

and devouour all the flesh

here in the shadow of this cherry blossoming tree

i write some lines about the tenderness we shared

or maybe im not reading reading small writing

whatever thi dull mortality get as keats said

Watching stars sitting amongst green foliage

A kiss, and definitely to do gods will

your ornamenture would hamper you at the rebirth

and the saphires