the touching hammers of adoration
these palms of loving
these eyes of troubled depth
all the tiny moments in the field
breathy necks and fingers down
sidewalks blowing over
i never saw them speaking
those pale dragons in your hair
like the embers of your tongue exploring
i stopped caring some time ago
the sick of love deleting me
my mouth pouring like an anchor
i stole away to the alcoholic summers
the buzzing of the vacant lawns
i haven't seen a forest in years it seems
only clocks and the knocking breeze
children running through the trees
the pilgrims of the sun exploding
my skin like a ion when my heart is a furnice
i've died in some way
in the losing of this friend
she's at it again perhapse? well regardless that is beautiful; so fine. you had me at hello. take the alcholic summers and the buzzing lawns to paradise lost. it just made me melt the dramatic dives of melodic melody. you have a soul a sweet as all our summers of all our oceans. such enchated words.
oh yeah when you say "breathy necks" I really don't get it, and I'm not sure iif 'breathy' is even a word... hm... you should seriously think about changing that. maybe "breathly" or maybe thats what you meant and its only a typo?
I don't know, any way it goes its a beautiful poem that came from a beautiful mind, just like my own in a way. And it's not often I bump into someone with the same kind of writing as my own.
thanks for sharing your piece, once again, and I am deeply sorry if you did lose a friend.