for my best good friend, who I love dearly. thank you.
wild hair reaching for their hearts, she bleeds onto
the paper in runny rivulets like tears shed for the electric love
fleeing to the corners of the earth
off-target but shocked with excess
she weeps among the broken glass and ignores the mirrors
reflecting the afterthought that lies at the
end of each laugh or haircurl
heart thumping a metronomic beat to the hammers
building the palaces gleaming with sweat and preserved with salty tears
secret city under construction
eyes wet with worried incantations
pen scratching plasma onto the trees
hair alight defying the buzzcut season
in love with the sunbeams (and moon rafters)
that float with the dreams clinging to whispers
and everything glows in the haze while she closes her eyes
smiles dancing on the guitar strings
music on the heart pumping the
blood on the paper
and everything glows when she's there
our eyes starstruck on the moon rafters
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
for my best good friend, who I love dearly. thank you.
wild hair reaching for their hearts, she bleeds onto
the paper in runny rivulets like tears shed for the electric love
fleeing to the corners of the earth
off-target but shocked with excess
she weeps among the broken glass and ignores the mirrors
reflecting the afterthought that lies at the
end of each laugh or haircurl
heart thumping a metronomic beat to the hammers
building the palaces gleaming with sweat and preserved with salty tears
secret city under construction
eyes wet with worried incantations
pen scratching plasma onto the trees
hair alight defying the buzzcut season
in love with the sunbeams (and moon rafters)
that float with the dreams clinging to whispers
and everything glows in the haze while she closes her eyes
smiles dancing on the guitar strings
music on the heart pumping the
blood on the paper
and everything glows when she's there
our eyes starstruck on the moon rafters