Danijela Trajković writes

Hibernation

lay my body on a stone slab
in a place where the sky is clear
where the sun can lie to me
for some time more
that you’re coming
where the eyes of the moon will cuddle
my face falsely for a while
just a little bit more
where the choir of stars will sing
fickle lulls to me
where only beaks will type
your secret on my body

L’ aigle [The Eagle] -- Bernard Buffet