I am a vessel.
And in me,
an orange tomb.
Pocket sized.
Ultramarine.
I tip toe with fingers
tender & chewed.
Forty minutes.
I'm pink like a pill.
Dog-tired.
One minute.
I'm red as blood.
Restless.
Callow.
I was built to spill.
My teeth chatter & grind.
When will I see you again?
I sit on silver &
hang on your every word.
I think of you because my heart demands it.
Yesterday was euphoric.
Today was a blur
and what remained was you.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
I am a vessel.
And in me,
an orange tomb.
Pocket sized.
Ultramarine.
I tip toe with fingers
tender & chewed.
Forty minutes.
I'm pink like a pill.
Dog-tired.
One minute.
I'm red as blood.
Restless.
Callow.
I was built to spill.
My teeth chatter & grind.
When will I see you again?
I sit on silver &
hang on your every word.
I think of you because my heart demands it.
Yesterday was euphoric.
Today was a blur
and what remained was you.
