darling i have meat stuck in my teeth
i have not a wreathe on my dome
i have a long measure of water
rammed in my throat, hemmed in like
your body’s canopy in the stream of me
i chase the silence like a tractable beast
in this hollow den of nothing
darling
i have not hands but chains
i have volcanoes and not moons
i see past the banners, an army of light
unfastening itself from the poles of foreverness
I have in my eyes again the frail azure
and the gyration of clouds mangling themselves
to figures, assumptions, colloid
endless snow, frayed beings moseying towards
rows of lengths and the autumnal abode of hills
turning green, brimming with the sex of pastures,
feasting in this fill of such heaviness, a name of what I cannot recall
darling the yellowbell darling the lignified amaranth
darling here at such meeting I am starved
with little movements of flesh
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
darling i have meat stuck in my teeth
i have not a wreathe on my dome
i have a long measure of water
rammed in my throat, hemmed in like
your body’s canopy in the stream of me
i chase the silence like a tractable beast
in this hollow den of nothing
darling
i have not hands but chains
i have volcanoes and not moons
i see past the banners, an army of light
unfastening itself from the poles of foreverness
I have in my eyes again the frail azure
and the gyration of clouds mangling themselves
to figures, assumptions, colloid
endless snow, frayed beings moseying towards
rows of lengths and the autumnal abode of hills
turning green, brimming with the sex of pastures,
feasting in this fill of such heaviness, a name of what I cannot recall
darling the yellowbell darling the lignified amaranth
darling here at such meeting I am starved
with little movements of flesh
