Lengths of Time Like an Inch Worm / by Nico Lund



Let me know when you take flight.
And how the air is sweeter,
That leaves a bitter trail as you go.
I’ll be watching from below.

How the air breathes sweeter,
Swollen with fertile scents and satiated longings.
Left with the bitter trail, here I stay
Watching from afar in the gap between the twist and fray

Swollen, with fertile scents, to satiate the longings,
The lengths of time like an inch worm.
Watching, from afar, the gap twists the fray
Alone I lay.

In lengths of time
you to will land, tired,
Near to where I lay below,
As you share your sweetened glow.