in the darkness of our feet
lavernum dreams
pale laudanum lips
lavender flowers
world stretched out as gossamer
too tensile, unraveling
there is another language here: you
pale and glowing
volume of phantoms pressed as books
against the history of our backs
now here, now stretched too thin
for wanting, for wanton
for the drain of love, or leaving
unmistakable grift, small as peonies
partitioned as ash, well-wish
silver ripple, or nickel of time
in the water a reflection: un-you
always losing shape amongst shapeless arms
there is an alm:
forgetting
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
in the darkness of our feet
lavernum dreams
pale laudanum lips
lavender flowers
world stretched out as gossamer
too tensile, unraveling
there is another language here: you
pale and glowing
volume of phantoms pressed as books
against the history of our backs
now here, now stretched too thin
for wanting, for wanton
for the drain of love, or leaving
unmistakable grift, small as peonies
partitioned as ash, well-wish
silver ripple, or nickel of time
in the water a reflection: un-you
always losing shape amongst shapeless arms
there is an alm:
forgetting
