what I got was
a january smile
from a milkblooded boy.
if only the pearl of your teeth were
white as my eyes
deertail flash in the dark
and nowhere else to hide but
five a.m. sheets and the smell of
sunrise mumbles
toofast weightloss:
a late spring heart
is drenched with its
ripeness but
rots if you leave it to
the bees
then the summer desiccation becomes
winter starvation—
in between, autumn comes to
stay. purples, mostly
maroons moth
-eaten by the greengrass deadweight of
so many depetalled flowers. Midnight never strikes
soon enough.
there have been no doves for
weeks &
maybe longer than
that i haven’t
kept count
on you to teach me where they go when
the seasons change
but given time and
tide rips the
stains from your whites
so i with
patience await the
first frosts;
you are never far behind the
snow.
meanwhile your
jewel-studded eyes & corsair heart
glint in the moonlit touchmenot of your
faraway skin
keep your hair
shirt on.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 3:20 AM UTC
what I got was
a january smile
from a milkblooded boy.
if only the pearl of your teeth were
white as my eyes
deertail flash in the dark
and nowhere else to hide but
five a.m. sheets and the smell of
sunrise mumbles
toofast weightloss:
a late spring heart
is drenched with its
ripeness but
rots if you leave it to
the bees
then the summer desiccation becomes
winter starvation—
in between, autumn comes to
stay. purples, mostly
maroons moth
-eaten by the greengrass deadweight of
so many depetalled flowers. Midnight never strikes
soon enough.
there have been no doves for
weeks &
maybe longer than
that i haven’t
kept count
on you to teach me where they go when
the seasons change
but given time and
tide rips the
stains from your whites
so i with
patience await the
first frosts;
you are never far behind the
snow.
meanwhile your
jewel-studded eyes & corsair heart
glint in the moonlit touchmenot of your
faraway skin
keep your hair
shirt on.
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