A fire in the fall
A sunset in the summer
A sweater during winter
A vine that grew but never flowered
A tree that died but carried on
A seed that took just before the frost
the green of stone inside the earth
the white of bone beneath moist dirt
the blue that dyes the skin of a religion
their taste for seed toasted in the sun
their taste of herb bursting undone
their taste rests just there, on the tip of my tongue
your words were both, butter and the knife
your touch was like heat directly abutting ice
your love was like chaise lounge nirvana, lazy in the afternoon
enlightenment of some deeper kind
desires extending beyond all my given time
knowledge i knew but since long forgot
a fire in the fall
like butter abutting my blade
like ice before the melt
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
A fire in the fall
A sunset in the summer
A sweater during winter
A vine that grew but never flowered
A tree that died but carried on
A seed that took just before the frost
the green of stone inside the earth
the white of bone beneath moist dirt
the blue that dyes the skin of a religion
their taste for seed toasted in the sun
their taste of herb bursting undone
their taste rests just there, on the tip of my tongue
your words were both, butter and the knife
your touch was like heat directly abutting ice
your love was like chaise lounge nirvana, lazy in the afternoon
enlightenment of some deeper kind
desires extending beyond all my given time
knowledge i knew but since long forgot
a fire in the fall
like butter abutting my blade
like ice before the melt
