We were lying in the field
Behind my apartment
A mid-day meal
Wooden compartment
Your eyelashes extended
Your forehead and hairline
You intended
To find a fault line
The earth crumbling beneath
And car alarms sounding
Uncultured heath
Fractures abounding
Your dark skin mixing with dirt
Dangling from the rift
Dropping unhurt
Found gold to sift
Leaving with your small treasure
And I in the dust
Aim to measure
And readjust
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
We were lying in the field
Behind my apartment
A mid-day meal
Wooden compartment
Your eyelashes extended
Your forehead and hairline
You intended
To find a fault line
The earth crumbling beneath
And car alarms sounding
Uncultured heath
Fractures abounding
Your dark skin mixing with dirt
Dangling from the rift
Dropping unhurt
Found gold to sift
Leaving with your small treasure
And I in the dust
Aim to measure
And readjust
