cliff walk

Be with my beauty gaze or your own.
Awe You
Drop that gold head down, leave your soft shull in this bath.
Not so tall You
Lilt with your unsayable things. Make me still and heavy.
Not You
Make me danger and wilds.
Some of You
wants the bed, head hit by the din of sleep.
The other of You,
the touch and the ash.
But a man wounded by too much, is blind for the medicine.
So
Not You
denies the fight and the war.
Pale You
Walks the yellow and the follow safe.
Small You
Sits in an exhale
Believing he can hold back the ocean with one hand.