until this world melts again
i am an island,
the moths fluttering at my fingertips,
the cherry
burning amongst the wet leaves.
the colours explore me
while i'm missing
& i wait for you...
as i move,
everything pops
& swizzles away.
i remember the ocean
& it's dark purpose
moving away from me,
the scent of its victims
on the air.
i touch blood
as if it's dreaming,
as if i could love
despite the seasons,
the coolness of the winter
on my lips.
i break into the air
with the gentle memory
of blueness,
leaf creatures ignore me
in the night.
i touched the heart of it all
to find
the chrimsom coral
beneath me
explaining god.
along the way
i've discovered nothing
but this;
that in the end
i'm left to wonder:
what if,
despite geometry,
i'm less for knowing love at all? |
Submission Name: the gentle memory of blueness
