dear everything,
can my hands push further
past the polar wind
without breaking?
each little piece
would hold a map
that leads me back to you.
does my truth
lie through those lips
too tight to pass ships
though the colour they become?
like every leaf that i have known,
the other side of the tree
alludes me to it's higher need.
breathe everything
as if it's a puzzle in your mouth.
twist the world inside you
until you become everything
my dear.
sometimes
i'm naked in the orange wind.
the orchids of my honeyed tongue
do linger still.
& i've known my own ruth
to wick away
like the storm of my undoing.
every second is an opening
where i'm opening.
& i wish to close the door
to the secret room inside me.
the one
that holds the future
that, happily ever after,
i never planned for. |
Submission Name: the secret room inside me
