1
To suspend
A summer day in glass.
Complaisant green,
This blade of grass.
2
To give away
Grief, unfeel a caress,
Nourish a hunger
For emptiness.
3
To insinuate
to love’s unanswered skin
syllables of desire
pricking in.
4
To build
a terrace of form,
inside the weather of confusion,
a private storm.
5
To wander
through rooms of the mind
searching for enchanted objects.
What do I have to find?
6
To mark
against the slippage
of another year
that we are here.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
1
To suspend
A summer day in glass.
Complaisant green,
This blade of grass.
2
To give away
Grief, unfeel a caress,
Nourish a hunger
For emptiness.
3
To insinuate
to love’s unanswered skin
syllables of desire
pricking in.
4
To build
a terrace of form,
inside the weather of confusion,
a private storm.
5
To wander
through rooms of the mind
searching for enchanted objects.
What do I have to find?
6
To mark
against the slippage
of another year
that we are here.
