in some sort of soft patterned future
i'll adore you
the light carrooming off the waters crest
like lush red apples
floating down an icy childhood river
in early october
the scent of costumes in the air
as leaves cling to your disheveled hair
the ash that i rubbed on your forehead
remembers me
and i,
with the ancient parchment
of my middle eye
inside you
& the dark birds of autumn
flowing through my hands
dreams know nothing
of the joking, sullen heart
except for when the line appears
and tears
become as comfortable as jewelery
like the necklace that i made for you
from the scribbles on your wall |
Submission Name: the scribbles on your wall
