my polyangular spring,
please don't breathe
while sleeping,
lay down so that
the sweet cotton milky way
would be along thy shoulders,
you're gagarin
all alone by himself.
do you remember
glaring lights of august?
i must be lost somewhere there
and secretly nobody
knows how to find me
i'm all curled up, blurry
and you're my slow motion
dancing wild
in the spectrum of life.
every time you loose light
i wish to be a sound
of breaking ice in the lena river,
thus myriad light years
would seem to be nothing
for a northern snowfall.
you grew up like a flower,
sleep pattern on my face.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
he is shimmering, and genial, and made from lego bricks
wraps my fog into empty nothingness
gives me his hand when i fall
all in dust and memories
he's my kiss of undeath
darkness falls apart
had a hope to sink in the sea of gently swinging hammocks
his seasons confuse me,
sitting cross legged inside of a dragon
that falls asleep in shallow oceans for so long
until people forget and believe its an island,
and build tiny houses and towns along his dragon scaled shores
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC