Not the romantic.
The control.
A single white digit,
the sprawl of cool
smiles extend to
taste and see.
Their lives like
hyacinths that drink
the air in books,
plastic lips.
Slime from the marble.
A widow-dream.
Metal midair that
speaks a rat's tongue
with the deftness of
a seasoned lover.
His eyes can see your circuitry.
Her mouth the tree of night.
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
Not the romantic.
The control.
A single white digit,
the sprawl of cool
smiles extend to
taste and see.
Their lives like
hyacinths that drink
the air in books,
plastic lips.
Slime from the marble.
A widow-dream.
Metal midair that
speaks a rat's tongue
with the deftness of
a seasoned lover.
His eyes can see your circuitry.
Her mouth the tree of night.
© Cody Edwards 2010