when i awoke from one dream
it simply led me into another,
same chambers,
different drawers.
the joy i found in hop scotch
tasted of candy
on your far away tongue.
were we well written,
or was it just a joke
one plays on another
to get a giggle
or a crayon
stuck in their hair?
could it be a poem
that i wrote onto a napkin
& placed melting correctly
into your appropriate ear?
or was that a horseshoe
all wrapped up like christmas,
minus the blood
or, perhaps,
because of it?
i love more than i can gamble
so i fill your room with music
that surrounds you like a halo
around your bed.
i can't seem to find the words
to describe something breaking
unless i live it.
will i dissolve
the figments of my flesh
into the flowers
while i can
if i must?
or is the musk of satan
just a myth...
let live be?
the words get whited out
as is not
as will...
all these paper tigers
you left at my feet
are biting worse
than your dogs.
but the way that you come at me
like ambrosia steel & turquoise,
you're so beautiful.
but i could be blind
& still stack the cards wrong,
parallel to the line
of your cheekbone
where my lips could be.
so let's play a game
that involves living.
i'll trade you my heart
for your heart
& whomever can render
the most accurate representation
of a miracle
can take it or leave it
until one of us dies.
or at least lives long enough
to tear the walls down
from the inside. |
Submission Name: tearing the walls down
