i've followed a dead bird
through the crevice
of an eyelash,
swallowed dry leaves,
stale air
& wet ash
& found that every ship
circles the islands of summer.
the warmth of water
leaks from my open head.
every kiss,
each breath,
lush with the browning snakes
that my mouth loose,
are lost in the mush,
the teaming pond
of organic thoughts
that you gave me.
if you were to look upon me
while i was dreaming
& see the lines
of my face
all lost in green always,
would my skin collapse
leaving only steam behind,
or copper fingers
alchemical with lonesome
newness?
i want the ether
to pour lovely through my pores
like milky wormwood
across my honeyed tongue.
my flesh becoming
like aloe
& silverish beneath the moon,
arms attached to arms,
trees attached to trees
until the winter comes...
i need coldness
to remind me of the heat. |
Submission Name: copper fingers
