it is dark with you
I squint to see supernovas
on yellow stumps
the wispy silver ripples
fall the wrong way
nothing is left but
tobacco exoskeletons
you brood against velvet arms
sinking into the chair
the stone in your chest is heavy;
immune to April plumage
spilled nectar
and the smells before rain
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 7:46 PM UTC
it is dark with you
I squint to see supernovas
on yellow stumps
the wispy silver ripples
fall the wrong way
nothing is left but
tobacco exoskeletons
you brood against velvet arms
sinking into the chair
the stone in your chest is heavy;
immune to April plumage
spilled nectar
and the smells before rain