The same
dippings wet their wicks
on cuticle poems and vapor lyrics
flashed in a rain of passion
I can't help but clear my throat
of all this art I supposed
at the knees of our high tides
embankments disengage shone the brightest
when your radiance was nervous system electric
a murdering experience resurrecting a woeful womb
a joyful lambs hoof quartered as the moon
I fear that I will all ways love you fear
that I have been a victim to the comfort
my heart felt for falling I fear
that I do not fear because the weight
of a birth defect's disfigurement
is not a labor of uncertainty
adjacent the basement and rotting bones
a compliment for the molds growth knows not the edges
remember when the sheets starved us of our lower halves
we laid naked to the waist and breathing heavily
enough that the sun rose with each gaping laugh we stoked
loudly and wide smiled enough your eyes slivered slates like sun light
bereavement is a fiend thieving that this is something that you could ever deny
what to do with the shearing halves hemisphere broke the skin
what to do to give you planets atmosphere
what to do to separate the fault lines
what was less than you had
what was more was that I spat physics on the consistency
you quantum religious the two between could ever let you in?
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