Your tears are so light
Like cheetah paws over puddles
Tepid and quick
Below ivory moons
And your hands though small
Massive on my chest
Each finger
A Stonehenge slab
Your words don’t quite reach
Muffled like some ancient wind
Low and distant
Falling off the Himalayas
But the ache is intimate
Like burning sage spreading
Touching every empty corner
O ashen holiness
Smoldering inside
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
Your tears are so light
Like cheetah paws over puddles
Tepid and quick
Below ivory moons
And your hands though small
Massive on my chest
Each finger
A Stonehenge slab
Your words don’t quite reach
Muffled like some ancient wind
Low and distant
Falling off the Himalayas
But the ache is intimate
Like burning sage spreading
Touching every empty corner
O ashen holiness
Smoldering inside
