so it was once
when you did each explore
in the crevices burned deep beneath
the blacksmith's pitcher,
and of kindling an unfamiliar taste
left to ravish haste
into statue-like disposition.
sometimes your fingers sting,
for it is you against dark
and cold does whistle
when your lips cannot part,
for they are chapped--
once ridden by an ancient kiss
where you once viewed the metropolitan
shadows against michigan's waters
though you were nestled
against sage weeping quilts,
resting at the sky
whom bids you no more
with stars the fury so soft
you smile,
because there is nothing else
worthy to do.
you'd like to think she does
the same; counting her toes
when they pad on linoleum ground,
and her being able to hear
against the streetcars rumbling below.
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 9:34 PM UTC
so it was once
when you did each explore
in the crevices burned deep beneath
the blacksmith's pitcher,
and of kindling an unfamiliar taste
left to ravish haste
into statue-like disposition.
sometimes your fingers sting,
for it is you against dark
and cold does whistle
when your lips cannot part,
for they are chapped--
once ridden by an ancient kiss
where you once viewed the metropolitan
shadows against michigan's waters
though you were nestled
against sage weeping quilts,
resting at the sky
whom bids you no more
with stars the fury so soft
you smile,
because there is nothing else
worthy to do.
you'd like to think she does
the same; counting her toes
when they pad on linoleum ground,
and her being able to hear
against the streetcars rumbling below.
