small, bluish sinews branch into
One side of the trunk is darker
due to Sun exposure, with amorph
As it breathes blood, exhales warmth
to feed small hill above its flesh.
It’s like a map, containing my life line
trimmed at several places.
It used to go all the way around the hill.
Bark is depleted, almost erased.
I cannot count to see how many rings of heart
have left me?
Humming bird’s song
echoes my soul
in the upcoming dawn.
Maja S. Todorovic
You decided to leave,
over the cliff of promise
where the verve takes calm.
Disintegrated I walk through your flesh.
Limbs linger in ambiguity:
Why and How?
I don’t have any questions.
As I drown in memories
I pretend cold marble stone is your chest.
I press my cheeks, needing to hear that heart beat,
you whisper in my ear:”I exist in you, that’s the moment I live”.