A strawberry bud chest and
orbs of blueberry earth: the terrain,
it earthquaked with flutters. A coquette,
will you throw me in the air like confetti?
I am a tear you do not see swell,
my saltwater tastes sweet,
honey branded twists of left to right –
fill your spoon with this sadness
make believe you are swallowing what is
left of me. Just a wall of stars
melting the apple-grip or banked cloth,
I move with wind breath, bud chest.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
A strawberry bud chest and
orbs of blueberry earth: the terrain,
it earthquaked with flutters. A coquette,
will you throw me in the air like confetti?
I am a tear you do not see swell,
my saltwater tastes sweet,
honey branded twists of left to right –
fill your spoon with this sadness
make believe you are swallowing what is
left of me. Just a wall of stars
melting the apple-grip or banked cloth,
I move with wind breath, bud chest.
