i want
to look for the milk
upon the flowers,
the bubbling froth
that melts off
the ocean of my lips,
the memory
of my misplaced body
unravelling
into tree sap...
oh,
but to turn
into the bluish shade
of you,
to find art,
unspoken, hanging from the tongue
like a raven pouring.
i recall
winter's lovely bell
inside me,
singing after you
like a spice
that once tasted,
turns a sky
into a river
that i dipped my toes into
as my childhood swayed,
progressed towards something new,
something less colourful
than your hair.
the tiniest voices
come at me when i'm
sleeping.
dreams seem to forgive me
more than i can.
i remember the apples.
i remember the music
moving underwater,
bending
& soothing into light
like angels
flickering amongst the lines
of your cheek.
my hands move towards yours
in the night
& images
turn to whispers.
we're all silent here..
as if magic were a
mystery,
as if love
could carry us towards
the unknown,
folded amongst infinite
parchments of imaginary skin. |
Submission Name: imaginary skin
