Monday, December 21, 2009

i can smell a forest fire, the flames are making way into my cavities.
i let what you say envelope my bones.the way you said it, like a dying dancer,
like a god waiting to let it rain, let go of the reigns.the way you said it and i was
in a black room with dying flowers, waiting for something to was beautiful
and real, like solid grief. maybe it wasnt, maybe it was like a baby without
a heartbeat. maybe you like it that way but how could that be?when i have a house,
i will remember your eyes painting a picture of it back when the touch was tender.

let us buy furniture and burn it, pluck fruits and burn them, let us find birds of prey
and let them feed on our words.let us not fuck. let us not say please like we're
dying of a failing, while we're still elastic, let us have faith. let us not forget, the
only times we ever truly see each other is when we rip our hearts apart and lay them before
our mind.

( this is about {and from the point of view of} a friend. i hope she's ok)

1 comment:

one of the drones said...

you're name should be samson and when the leaves will fall and decorations go up the sky will be yours and life will get preachy.