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 Apr 2014 James Fate
Glen Brunson
you are a body in a boat
on the lake with the shadows
of a million birds over your chest
and you are breathing with them all

and the waves want you
like I want you
and we will both kiss the tips
of your dripping fingers
stretching from your crinkled
hand, like all of Tennessee
in your palm.

oh, how full of fog you are.

you are a body in a boat
on the lake with that shore
covered in rocks, unskipped
the plants unpulled,
roots unslipped.

but as your fingers drip
from body to liquid
the discs of ripples
                     spread
to me on that shore
holding my own
               holy head

so little did we know                          (so little did we know)
those ripples were not our own
but instead
the alternating white/blue
of iris and cornea
of skin and vein
of hand and sky                                  (of iris and cornea
that all go away                                    of skin and vein
that all die                                              of hand and sky)

and one day, we will find
(beneath the shadows cast
by temporary leaves)                        (that all go away
our own bones, buried deep              that all die)
under the roots.

                                                         ­       (our own bones, buried deep
                                                            ­      under the roots)

                                                   *and you are breathing with them all
 Nov 2013 James Fate
Lizzy
I do not believe in love at first sight
for humans have the ability to wear a mask

However

I do believe in love at third sight (if that is something)
because that is how many times it takes to remove you mask
 Nov 2013 James Fate
Lizzy
Bracelets on her wrist
             are an unspoken sign
                          she's at it again
The moment
i reached over to you
and whispered in your ear
(over the hard piece separating us)
and I whispered
"Wish you were in town...."
"Why?" he asked turning from the stage..
"Well... because..
                                                       ­     * because I love how you kneel at church
                                                          ­     how you always seem to be around
                                                          ­     how you perk up your eyebrows
                                                              **­w we talk about how God graced us
                                                              ­how you are so smart. In Anatomy and Psychology
                                                      ­         how your eyes make my shoulders slump
                                                           ­ (I think it's because my chest collapses, must be somethin' in there)
                                                          ­   because you asked me to an opera
                                                             how you smile after I mess up
                                                             that you open up doors for me
                                                             I love your funny Dr. Fischer impressions
                                                     ­         that you work in an italian restaurant
                                                      ­        and play the guitar and go to church to praise God
                                                              **­w your lips seem so incredibly soft
                                                            ­  and I lose myself in your eyes....

-"I was wondering if you could go to the Sadie-Hawkins dance with me?"
-"I would love to Sophie!"

-"I just thought you would have already been asked!"                                 red
-"No, I don't have *that
many women chasing after me" wink
-"Hah, yeah I couldn't imagine why." wink

                                                      
                                                             .................................................................­............................................*Sigh
 Oct 2013 James Fate
Lizzy
We got close.
I liked you.

I told you my story.
I liked you more.

You told me your story.
I loved you.

You got a girlfriend.
You loved her.

I became more depressed.
I smiled for you.

You made me promise.
I promised.

You're just another person I will promise to get better for.
But that really just means that I'll hide it better next time.
I think you know it, you just don't want to say it.
 Oct 2013 James Fate
Megan Grace
Always I am
waiting
waiting
waiting
for the right time
to tell you all the
words I have stored
behind my teeth
and in the pockets
of all my sweaters.
It's just that I'm so
sure the sun speaks
out of your mouth,
that you will be the
only person who will
swallow my sentences
immediately after I've
said them so they
don't have time to
float away into
outer space where
Pluto and all of my
other lost loves are
orbiting. My
greatest fear is that
you'll stop holding
me like my hands
are made of the
Milky Way and
instead like the
love I'm capable of
giving you is simply
measured with the
spoon I use to stir
my peppermint tea.
I have stumbled
tripped
tumbled
into the atmosphere
of your smile, been
dragged under by the
waves of your breath
on my neck in the
earliest hours of
the morning. I ask
only that you keep
loving my arms that
aren't strong, keep
watching me like I
taught the sky how
to make rain
(because I'll never
stop watching you
that way.)
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