dearest missing,
in the moon where you are hidden
there are creatures.
they are folding
in the fog,
the blankets of your unrapture.
sow me a star
where all our pillars are.
where the black islands
current the palm of pyramids
that hang in your eye.
i've gazed around your neck
in my sleep
looking for the blue apples
of your god.
your golden saviour
coddled me in the blistered park.
i grieve a lonely road
you once travelled.
& i've seen your mistaken steps
burned into the ground
before me.
there are many ways to weep
in the weapon of heat
& i am a furnace.
blue goddess awaken,
i am sleeping.
i need the white gold
of summer
to dust my fruitful tongue.
in my hands
i disk a palm of halos
towards the sun.
i'm creaking
slowly past your door.
open
& i will remember you.
stay closed
& i will brown,
curl & upwards
towards the sun... |
Submission Name: the blue apples of your god
