i'm undone,
towers of morning,
birds of thunderfold
cut me out..
make hands of my memory
& release them.
i speak
& my lips move like sails,
like soft mountains
plush with vintage grass,
with the moss of always underneath.
when i touch my fingers
where yours should be
i find silence,
lost air
where the heart lives,
sliced open like a fruit,
pomegranate blood
beating upon my palm
where your cheek once rested,
where as a child
the sand passed through;
my hour-glass hand,
my perfumed skin exploring flowers.
before i laughed
i moved into everything
the way that the moon does.
i try to breathe you in,
let the miracle of smiling
remind me of your mouth,
the sound of your voice
when morning comes,
the brightness in your eyes
when you know that i love you... |
Submission Name: remembering
