Hello, goodbye. We come and go, like spider webs
Through these rooms of distant memories
Like a river, like the wind, preoccupied by the circumstances
We barely talk or have time for dinner
The world is raging like a sea, a bird calling in my ear
When we dance like moonbeams, like sewing machines
I think of my sisters, how they cry
When a leaf falls from a tree, how they're delicate
Like stars and roses, how the echoing night is iridescent
The afternoon is a statue
Dull and grey and swelling with rain
The black gets into my bones
I open the morning post and buy fresh milk
I think I'm seventeen again
Touching myself again, I can't help myself
I'm in love with this weird Heaven
The afterglow after the midnight rendezvous
The last page in the book
Speaks of the raven I saw this summer
I watched it closely in the field
Bury gold earrings in red oil paint, cut off its wings
To soak in the blinding light
I took a photograph of the moment to know it was real
My waterproof honeymoon
I suck on you like a melon and you taste like lime
I squeeze you like cranberries and call you mine
The horizon and the tideline
My frog, my poison, my heart-shaped ring
The sweat of your armpits sticks to me like bad luck
But I keep coming back.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 7th, 2022 14:26
- Category: Unclassified
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