You are
The full moon
I stared at from a car window
As a child
On a long ride home
The sun beaten spot
On the floor
I seek, like a purring cat
For warmth
The foamy ocean wave
That stops just before my shoes
At the shore
Of the edge of the world
The exquisite fallen leaf
From an autumn tree
In the center of a forest
Filled with solitude
The smell of sawdust
Gasoline and
Damp basement
The crackling aftermath of fireworks
Cacophonous church bells
And deafeningly silent snowfall
The sunken benzodiazepine mattress
Disheveled hair brushed out of my face
A chronographic measure of a heart beating
The necrotizing infatuation of mortality
A dancer trapped and tangled in tissue
An oscillating fan in the summer night
The hand pressing down on my hip
Swishing of a brand new switchblade
Fibonacci sequence knots in fresh cedar wood
The polished stone between my fingers
A drop of black ink on eggshell stationary
And the soft glow of a night light
You are a collection
Of the best, unspoken
Parts of me
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
You are
The full moon
I stared at from a car window
As a child
On a long ride home
The sun beaten spot
On the floor
I seek, like a purring cat
For warmth
The foamy ocean wave
That stops just before my shoes
At the shore
Of the edge of the world
The exquisite fallen leaf
From an autumn tree
In the center of a forest
Filled with solitude
The smell of sawdust
Gasoline and
Damp basement
The crackling aftermath of fireworks
Cacophonous church bells
And deafeningly silent snowfall
The sunken benzodiazepine mattress
Disheveled hair brushed out of my face
A chronographic measure of a heart beating
The necrotizing infatuation of mortality
A dancer trapped and tangled in tissue
An oscillating fan in the summer night
The hand pressing down on my hip
Swishing of a brand new switchblade
Fibonacci sequence knots in fresh cedar wood
The polished stone between my fingers
A drop of black ink on eggshell stationary
And the soft glow of a night light
You are a collection
Of the best, unspoken
Parts of me
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