LAURELS OF APOLLO
Let my blood burn my tears
burn my poems burn
I sour up into the sky and dive down into the sea
Pursuing love of floral beauty, gentle as cloud
and
pure as the moon
But I was accidentally rewarded with the fragrant
leaves of laurels
Nay, there's no need of
such vain laurels such heart-
breaking laurels
I want to embrace the entire laurel tree
But not a laurel tree with scars and tears
I want your smile your song your breath you kisses
My star my love my soul my life
My Daphne
*Greek myth: Apollo,
the god in charge of poetry, fell in love with Daphne,
who shunned his love and turned into a laurel tree.
Hence, Apollo awarded winner of poetry with laurels.
