Pardon me while I remember.
when sight scathes, used upon,
this glass shatters I love the sight of you.
in days the Sun trembles
through a fist of streaming light.
I can only think of objects the size
of my clenched hand
a pear, an empty basin, a flower deep crimson
between fingers wanting to break
stem twice-told pains the sound of it,
a flat black disk on the turntable bellowing
sounds of the bones we made in love.
we are mirror
facing mirror -- our distinct quiet held us
shattered,
standing apart, I running towards, and you, from,
feeling the wind glaze the wounds retold.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
Pardon me while I remember.
when sight scathes, used upon,
this glass shatters I love the sight of you.
in days the Sun trembles
through a fist of streaming light.
I can only think of objects the size
of my clenched hand
a pear, an empty basin, a flower deep crimson
between fingers wanting to break
stem twice-told pains the sound of it,
a flat black disk on the turntable bellowing
sounds of the bones we made in love.
we are mirror
facing mirror -- our distinct quiet held us
shattered,
standing apart, I running towards, and you, from,
feeling the wind glaze the wounds retold.
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