© 2020 HePo
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Home Pt. 7 (Eyes)
I could be inside your bones
or outside Earth's atmosphere
the image of your back turned
be etched on the under mind
the sideless coins placed on my eyelids after i died
and in that dream of death
your face is always turning
but i never quite see your eyes
What is love anymore? IS this what you wanted me to see? Nothing but
Constantly seeking out a smaller and smaller space to fit into.
Pretty soon you'll cram yourself so small.
You will vanish.
A speck of gold in the corner. A fleck of green in the dark.
A flicker of warmth in the winter when the fire won't start.
We've grown so incredibly old together.
I, taller, stronger. You, more emaciated...wiser.
Here's to separation of spaces.
Here's to someday being united.
26/Nevada City, CA
(26/Nevada City, CA)
Anubis the Philosomancer
to view and add comments on poems