I said
With defensive defiance,
I can go by myself [all alone]
Into that orange twitching woods.
As branches jolt
Into shutter release, quick mystique
Of that yellow cat
Is found with only the sun in her eyes;
A soft machinery: organs of utter chaos,
That frame of beauty.
My smaller self would stop and listen,
Heartbeat quicken —
A fall through the ice;
I only wanted to freeze the frame.
Yellow lungs, paste from the sun;
[I'm heaving with my heart now]
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
I said
With defensive defiance,
I can go by myself [all alone]
Into that orange twitching woods.
As branches jolt
Into shutter release, quick mystique
Of that yellow cat
Is found with only the sun in her eyes;
A soft machinery: organs of utter chaos,
That frame of beauty.
My smaller self would stop and listen,
Heartbeat quicken —
A fall through the ice;
I only wanted to freeze the frame.
Yellow lungs, paste from the sun;
[I'm heaving with my heart now]
