you cried my arms a perfect dough
like foreign pastries
scratch atonement for the tongue
i love it when you say i should
i shouldn't this or that
as if the stars had tabletted your mind
with what was pleasured best
and sparks in mine were best left dim
until the frosted world commanded fuel from two..
it eggs the burning fibers -- gaze
release be somewhat more across the gaps
our bouncing would incurr
untimely spring my step
become a kneecap brace
of hanging here
in reinverted sight
my laughing arms outstretched
both reaching for the earth
in giddy disbelief
you could mean anything
...the higher i fly i see that now
of split horizons into sun again
my screaming holds the jointed sweets
of vanity undone, remade in other grins
of wincing where the tissue does not hold
clawing bark to finger
weight away
our nylon bed aluminum
ringing stars
in squeezing eyes
suspended over dancing leaves
so many stillness-ecstasies aloft
our rhythms seasoned
thinly darkened to the house
where whispered creaks could drift
ignite another blush
to faintly mirror
heated gasps we recreate the meaning of
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
you cried my arms a perfect dough
like foreign pastries
scratch atonement for the tongue
i love it when you say i should
i shouldn't this or that
as if the stars had tabletted your mind
with what was pleasured best
and sparks in mine were best left dim
until the frosted world commanded fuel from two..
it eggs the burning fibers -- gaze
release be somewhat more across the gaps
our bouncing would incurr
untimely spring my step
become a kneecap brace
of hanging here
in reinverted sight
my laughing arms outstretched
both reaching for the earth
in giddy disbelief
you could mean anything
...the higher i fly i see that now
of split horizons into sun again
my screaming holds the jointed sweets
of vanity undone, remade in other grins
of wincing where the tissue does not hold
clawing bark to finger
weight away
our nylon bed aluminum
ringing stars
in squeezing eyes
suspended over dancing leaves
so many stillness-ecstasies aloft
our rhythms seasoned
thinly darkened to the house
where whispered creaks could drift
ignite another blush
to faintly mirror
heated gasps we recreate the meaning of
i actually did get caught upside-down in the springs of a trampoline once, my leg caught and my arms too short to reach the ground or get a firm grasp on a nearby tree. flailing there for several painful yet highly amusing minutes, i required help to get out of that bind... really taught me to laugh at myself. as for the rest... quasi-make-believe ;)
