Don’t Walk Across Those Empty Fields Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

That smell of roses too deep for a sigh
Just cross your heart it’s all that yields
Fingertips sealing the signs of the sky

Too many of them shall fall on your breast
The ribs are too thin for a shelter bone
Too many will scar the skin on your chest
And you will wish you’d never been born

The moonlight bruises the light morning air
Drunk lips scatter whispers on the glass brims
The moonlight cuts the sunlight in your hair
Mercy you’ll be freed in the first of sunbeams