top of page
Daisy Chains
by Maria Stefani
Breathe in my open mouth
Lay your hands on my chest
Like when we were kids making daisy chains
Summer breeze, put us to rest
Your fingers hold back my hair
To thread my hair in fragile flowers
Or to press your fingers into my still pulse
Always in vain you were
Back when you picked the best flowers to sit atop your head
And now with your fingers down my throat
bottom of page