May 2013
3 posts
fix
it is the only way i know
to snap my boughs
in a storm,
to give up my hiding place
when my heartbeat
has made my cheeks warm,
to set my teeth
when you show me
the place where you hurt,
i’d break myself to fix you
and stop trembling
in return.
i think in the woods
our names are already carved.
you kissed my mouth
the first time
and i realized
that the rest of my life
i had...
tethered
you can always be certain
that the heart you fall asleep beside
will be the same in the morning,
the same color
and the same rhythm,
the same blue butterfly,
if you learn the sound of the wings
you can set your watch to it
.
it is a lighthouse,
the shape of your face,
which brings me back
from the labyrinths of sleep.
by the time you wake,
i am already tethered
.
your beauty is...
April 2013
16 posts
seasons
i want to be a season
for you
i want to be the molting of leaves
or the layer of ice
or the windows you leave open.
or if you would let me be the spring
when the whole world parts
with flowers on either side
like you are standing
in the middle of a tulip field,
the almost symmetry
of the bowing trees
with their heavy blossoms,
something promised
in sky writing
and photographs
of...
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…
i burned all my dresses
from before you
i want to be brand new
didn’t you know this boat of mine
travels in a straight line
to you
…
6 tags
toward you
how often it is
that we are traveling
toward someone,
who owns all of the seconds
it takes to reach them.
tonight i watched
all of the white blades
of the highway
and felt the current
behind me.
it is like the poetry
of gravity,
watching leaves fall
from a tree.
i decided not to sleep
on the bus
so i could feel you
getting closer to me.
if every thought of you
was a mile
i would already be there
inside of your coat
counting the beats
of rain
fading into the earth
the way that i vanish
against your skin
March 2013
16 posts
“Those who are hardest to love need it the most.”
– Socrates (via mars-as-a-girl)
latch
it might feel like a desert island
but i don’t think it is,
the mail still comes
and the sound of other lives
gently taps at the glass of this.
but inside the glass
we have fogged
no one can be blamed
for forgetting
there is a rhythm
besides the one of your heart,
somehow always steady,
that my heart trips unevenly upon.
and if there were a window
and one of us
touched the...
1 tag
silencer
your skin is a silencer
there are no words
coming from my pistol
.
don’t let me get used to,
i am already used to,
you whispering heartbreak
into my ear
.
and i could never draw the moon
but i could draw
the impossible color of beauty
staining
.
i am not sure
that anything collapses as quickly
as me in your hands
.
i look away
and steel myself,
i look back and break.
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faces that launch ships.
i swear that your lips
are the source of
the fleet of arrows
that incessantly
chase my heart
planet of light
my heart
is a candle
set inside a paper bag
put upon a lake
that could at any moment
succumb to the water
to hiss and be put out
or could at any moment
catch its paper edges
and become a planet
of light
on an axis
invisible but certain,
to the other side
well
some part of me
hears what you say
and then immediately
erases it,
as though there were never
a strand of perfect words
connecting your lips to my lips
.
because my heart sees ghosts.
because beauty is a glimpse
from a window seat
.
because love
is the deepest well i know
filled with a water so sweet
.
that i am afraid no one
is going to be able to find me.
new season
all i wanted was
a kiss with so many waxes and wanes
that i would spend the rest of the night
trying to name it,
from lips that i had to keep tasting
and a face that would make me
pause
in the doorway,
to be melted
by a new season
.
all i wanted made
an impossible sea
that you crossed safely
in the night
and i had only
to stand on tip toes
to close the last distance
“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.”
– J. D. Salinger (via rubberrose)
February 2013
16 posts
time lapse
i want to watch a time lapse film
of you and i asleep
to watch the pattern of the
light and the leaves
pin point when the bpm
of you, of me
is just one number
just one creature, sleeping
.
when i wake i feel
my lips have been pressed
to you somehow
and my fingernail is torn
i think i must have
broken down some door
play back the film
to when i must have stirred
and torn...
2 tags
armed
last night
you armed me with a weapon,
my white hands
rolled a cannonball
across your back,
someone had given you
as an artifact,
like your spine and your blades
were metal tracks
made of perfect skin
that turned red
under my hands
- red from the rust? -
- no, just red from the weight -
and i just barely moved my hands
and you sighed
like a flower in a press
.
and i went to...
“No matter how corrupt, greedy, and heartless our government, our corporations,...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
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