While the sun got higher,
we stayed low--
swaying and sweating in the trenches
like outlaws on the run.
We shoot to ****
Today I am a loaded pistol
and your palm is pressed against my action,
waiting for your moment--
waiting for a green light--
waiting for me to crawl back into bed and pull the trigger--
and your hands are set ablaze,
waiting to light the fuse.
Here I am,
in hiding,
belly to the earth,
eyes shut.
It's not late enough for fireworks.
It's not early enough to be wasting your time.
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
While the sun got higher,
we stayed low--
swaying and sweating in the trenches
like outlaws on the run.
We shoot to ****
Today I am a loaded pistol
and your palm is pressed against my action,
waiting for your moment--
waiting for a green light--
waiting for me to crawl back into bed and pull the trigger--
and your hands are set ablaze,
waiting to light the fuse.
Here I am,
in hiding,
belly to the earth,
eyes shut.
It's not late enough for fireworks.
It's not early enough to be wasting your time.
