My curse is
I cannot hide my eyes
from the fire in your flesh.
I wander into dreams
where shadows are your body
wind, your silhouette
my breath, your fractures.
This house tastes of old bouquets
burnt letters, tired words (gnawing),
an endless ocean,
repeating
I, too, have cracks --
cold and deep.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
My curse is
I cannot hide my eyes
from the fire in your flesh.
I wander into dreams
where shadows are your body
wind, your silhouette
my breath, your fractures.
This house tastes of old bouquets
burnt letters, tired words (gnawing),
an endless ocean,
repeating
I, too, have cracks --
cold and deep.
