as the breast of this whale-sky heaves and sighs, i whisper my heart to the cat’s-eye moon…
poetry
It is a most peculiar feeling, being treated as an apparition when I am most apparently alive & well.
In these waking dreams, I think of all the things I wish I could have done to you. Like take your clothes off in the cold or kiss you one last time
before all the horses stopped being wild and age domesticated us.
It started chipping away at cells you know only as yourself.
She knows now, there is too much within her, two tongues between her teeth and a universe inside her throat.
how could you resist the charm of
that cathedral of diamond silk,
the allure of the panels of stained glass
octupled in her eyes?
What, what’d you just say?
I didn’t say anything, what do you mean?
I just heard you scream
I think I’m falling in love with you.
Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light
and the twilight shines pale again.
Feet cold, pressed on the linoleum floor.
She feels it all around her,
But not in her.
Not yet.
I picture this: two hands
meet in the darkness, and for a moment, real love existed like
no other had before.
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