








As you lay
You are a small dark tadpole
Your shine is beautiful Dark
Gasping I am for your pond
A thousand transparent wings
Hoarding a tingling moment
My book is purple with Old Ripe
Lay it across your Water Lily
Pierce my wings with a Jewel
For my Aftermath
On the horizon I see my death
I am weak as a dying frog
I’ve ripped your page
Only one word stuck
Old Love
Words by Malene Lotz