if our souls touch,
the sun collapses
between us
and light beams
crash down our throats
like victorian chandeliers.
we’re drowning,
drowning
in lemon-thick shells
that are
too inaudible to break.
you never taught me
how to swim
and now i can’t brea–
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 3:54 PM UTC
if our souls touch,
the sun collapses
between us
and light beams
crash down our throats
like victorian chandeliers.
we’re drowning,
drowning
in lemon-thick shells
that are
too inaudible to break.
you never taught me
how to swim
and now i can’t brea–
march 2010.