sometimes i wonder how you are
i dress myself in spy fatigues as i twist my mouth
you're laughing, bright. you bleed the aura of apollo and you are ensconced by fiery legs, moscato-stained lips, bejeweled smiles
nothing could yank your lyre from you
you expose rows of teeth as you coil and
you laugh. i see the hurt in your eyes in the seconds before you blink
i wonder if you've forgotten to rest them, just as i have
i wonder if that hair of yours is lovingly tussled
or usurped
under infinite gleanings of your own manic hands
when liquid barbiturate tears roll from your eyes and make house in your ears
when the darkness of your room softly suffocates you
and you pretend that it is me
i wonder if i've destroyed you and it
takes the opulence of an entire faerie festival to turn your racing head
to wrench your furrowed brow away from the
slight dip in the passenger seat
where i once occupied
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
You've never really wanted to live
Until you've folded your arms
In their carefully pressed blazer sleeves
Until you've stood alone
Feet planted on artificial ground, unshakeable
Until you've scanned across the smoky city skyline
Through a floor-to-ceiling window dotted with rain
Until you've had your breath stolen
Not by the vertigo of the skyscraper's top floor
But by the sheer determination that this city--
It will be a kingdom again
And you, its ruler.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
people crave touches,
and i thought they were absolutely psychotic
until i met you.
suddenly, i understand,
but still not really
because the only touch i want from you
isn't a kiss or a caress.
it's the sting of your hand on top of mine
sitting on a pile of worn playing cards
(two jacks, to be exact)
making a resounding smack against the table
that startles the elderly couple next to us
and your firm, determined grip
as you swear bitterly under your breath
to wrestle those jacks away from me
however long it takes you.
--glacier
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:39 PM UTC