You are a soft quiet pulsing
a slow sip of lukewarm coffee in the morning
the gentle caress of bathwater over skin
you are the rain in summer
the steady hum of an overhead fan
you are the melting liquid in a lava lamp
a candle in a windowsill
you are 5 am sunlight
the gentle wind that blows through hair
the first inhale of a just lit cigarette
you are a day of rest
you put your hand on my chest while you kissed me
and said you felt my heartbeat in your palm
like a gentle orb
and here I always thought I was
a gunshot in a back alley outside of a bar
just another unsolved ******
I am ripped plastic
an open landfill
I am blood dripping on tile
but I find I like your insistent denial
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
You are a soft quiet pulsing
a slow sip of lukewarm coffee in the morning
the gentle caress of bathwater over skin
you are the rain in summer
the steady hum of an overhead fan
you are the melting liquid in a lava lamp
a candle in a windowsill
you are 5 am sunlight
the gentle wind that blows through hair
the first inhale of a just lit cigarette
you are a day of rest
you put your hand on my chest while you kissed me
and said you felt my heartbeat in your palm
like a gentle orb
and here I always thought I was
a gunshot in a back alley outside of a bar
just another unsolved ******
I am ripped plastic
an open landfill
I am blood dripping on tile
but I find I like your insistent denial
Best if read in a slow rhythm. Or maybe not read at all.
