Chrysanthemum - Hausu

A midday lack, I’m sworn into restless days and cold wet shoes

I am here under your son chrysanthemum

If our bodies were to meet it would feel like this

Cathartic and empty

Swirling distance from the stairs

Cold and gray when you wake up in my room

Without me

You’re like a tomb, you are closed to me

In my soul i’ll keep you close to me

As children we walked in thru garden gates

Cloaked in fog with nothing but our bodies

I am your son chrysanthemum