sand carved songs
still embellish your ankles
six-four twirls
a hazel salt water dance
dead love letters from
when we once swam through
the skin of the horizon
with our two winged shadow
morning funerals
the sun apologetic; her
knees kissing, our ashes float
in her hanging furnace
i’ve been peeling, unglueing
cigarettes off my skin
like flakes of rain
scribbling prayer
on every snowflake
smoke festoons
this passé system of patchwork breath
kissing my cheekbones
the way you used to
under too many starless nights
i’ve lost count of
how long
i’ve been addicted.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
sand carved songs
still embellish your ankles
six-four twirls
a hazel salt water dance
dead love letters from
when we once swam through
the skin of the horizon
with our two winged shadow
morning funerals
the sun apologetic; her
knees kissing, our ashes float
in her hanging furnace
i’ve been peeling, unglueing
cigarettes off my skin
like flakes of rain
scribbling prayer
on every snowflake
smoke festoons
this passé system of patchwork breath
kissing my cheekbones
the way you used to
under too many starless nights
i’ve lost count of
how long
i’ve been addicted.
