I had never seen
A single soul
Fly away as quickly
As yours.
It was almost as if
Your 280 pounds
Of muscle, blood,
Calluses, and scars
Broke all the way down
To their atoms
And dissipated
To the east
With February winds.
I feel your atoms
Creeping up the nape
Of my neck,
Raising hairs
And wrapping
Around my waist-
They still find
Their way
To the warmth
Of my heart.
October in Oklahoma
Keeps heating me up
With gusty touches
Of you
And I'm terrified
You're the cherry
On my tobacco body-
Slowly burning down
With each inhale
Until all that's left
Is a stained shell
Making it's way
Across oiled grounds.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
I had never seen
A single soul
Fly away as quickly
As yours.
It was almost as if
Your 280 pounds
Of muscle, blood,
Calluses, and scars
Broke all the way down
To their atoms
And dissipated
To the east
With February winds.
I feel your atoms
Creeping up the nape
Of my neck,
Raising hairs
And wrapping
Around my waist-
They still find
Their way
To the warmth
Of my heart.
October in Oklahoma
Keeps heating me up
With gusty touches
Of you
And I'm terrified
You're the cherry
On my tobacco body-
Slowly burning down
With each inhale
Until all that's left
Is a stained shell
Making it's way
Across oiled grounds.
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