Kissing the Blood of Battles

Written by: Anthony Slausen

blue birch tree
behind the forest walls
staggering
in the  shadows
absorbing every howl.
The phantoms collide
with your seeds of sobriety...
their cackle intensifies
(barometer of your successes).
The golden brook is within your reach
of your denim fingertips..
so reach dear one reach.
like a star searches for its sweet burning heart
full of life and the living sweetness
fight on fight hard
swing your roses at the sword
your not alone
that bird in the clearing sings your victory song..
for sure?
reach for it through the briar
i'll meet you in the center
in the bowel of the storm
and kiss away the blood of your battles.