leave me
let the quiet come here
allow my porous dreams a chance
to be cored no more
to be filled with sponge-bath waters
or come to me
with eyes ripened for a funeral
foam on your cheeks from jaunty phantoms
who lean down with a wayward kiss
from eternities bound to a melancholy
oblivion creeping in our stairwell
I crawl down the causeway a stranger
with a plea leashed to my wrist
a bargain on my mind
love is a harsh word
and I dare not speak it here
for fear of cataclysm
or lack thereof
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 12:29 PM UTC
leave me
let the quiet come here
allow my porous dreams a chance
to be cored no more
to be filled with sponge-bath waters
or come to me
with eyes ripened for a funeral
foam on your cheeks from jaunty phantoms
who lean down with a wayward kiss
from eternities bound to a melancholy
oblivion creeping in our stairwell
I crawl down the causeway a stranger
with a plea leashed to my wrist
a bargain on my mind
love is a harsh word
and I dare not speak it here
for fear of cataclysm
or lack thereof
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