I daren't (rather, shouldn't) breathe:
I'd built a tower of hearts from cards.
The gaps and breaks are real estate --
I'm nestled in the in-betweens.
(Sappho's spirit sighs.
How human to not move quickly enough,
or to yearn for whatever's inches from reach
- blissfully unhinged by "almost".)
She's marble-carved and still as stone:
if I kissed her, would she spring to life?
I'd offer nought but foolish flesh,
this trembling frame, and bone.
("Tell me yes, tell me no;
either way, you're in the right,
but for the love of Venus -- speak.")
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
I daren't (rather, shouldn't) breathe:
I'd built a tower of hearts from cards.
The gaps and breaks are real estate --
I'm nestled in the in-betweens.
(Sappho's spirit sighs.
How human to not move quickly enough,
or to yearn for whatever's inches from reach
- blissfully unhinged by "almost".)
She's marble-carved and still as stone:
if I kissed her, would she spring to life?
I'd offer nought but foolish flesh,
this trembling frame, and bone.
("Tell me yes, tell me no;
either way, you're in the right,
but for the love of Venus -- speak.")
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