a bird, you are, a crane- dancer of birds, you are
the bend and shape, the s t r e t c h e s your neck makes- you are
all that collapses and alters me. But this is not about me---
this is not about how beautiful you are---
a predator can fall in love with (you are) the prey
and when you are captured beneath my hands, I often can't tell
if you are fluttering against them or if I am trembling at the thought
of crushing- you are: carnivore and quarry
game and hunter
killer and ****
love and hate, you are, doing things things things so many things, to me
you are, feather falls and grace white tickling the calloused skin stone
where I ruffle the tufts of your neck, that I long to break---
---though this isn't true.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
a bird, you are, a crane- dancer of birds, you are
the bend and shape, the s t r e t c h e s your neck makes- you are
all that collapses and alters me. But this is not about me---
this is not about how beautiful you are---
a predator can fall in love with (you are) the prey
and when you are captured beneath my hands, I often can't tell
if you are fluttering against them or if I am trembling at the thought
of crushing- you are: carnivore and quarry
game and hunter
killer and ****
love and hate, you are, doing things things things so many things, to me
you are, feather falls and grace white tickling the calloused skin stone
where I ruffle the tufts of your neck, that I long to break---
---though this isn't true.