i would write
an entirely new language
into my skin
to hear you breathe.
you, who pass the hours
of dread
in the constant beauty
that you are.
away
into the deep blue
water of life
where we're hidden,
we could move
everything
with lucid fingers
wrapped in thought.
we could explain
the snow of the wood
with subtle whispers
in the night
& collapse
into the deep wet memory
of summer
where we hush,
lost in the cells
& folding
like two birds
inside a jar.
i never speak lightly
of such things.
the weight of my words
is a motion of emotion
in this world.
& as my honeyed tongue
collects yours into mine,
i will find a way
to split
the fantasy from dream
& leave you holding something
you can keep... |
Submission Name: something you can keep
