sara burns

sara burns Jan 2014

There was a loud silence
where his tenderness belonged
and that should have grabbed you harder
than he ever did.

sara burns Dec 2013

Quiet

She spoke in a form
That was exquisitely hers
Then she heard yours
And in you was an accent she spoke with ease
Stretching and pitching her words in your way
Making your cadence hers
Changing her inflections
Manipulating her speech very gradually until
At the end, she was speaking a new Language
Old words strung together in this new way that
No one understood but you
And now that language is shelved
Tucked away and not spoken
Even in her mind she does not use it
And when someone speaks it to her again
It will be all wrong, and
She will stay quiet

sara burns Dec 2013

In Need Of An Ocean

She loved an earth that held her firm, relentlessly present, a strong & constant landscape whose only inclination was to bear her

She loved a wind from across the world that touched her skin in some unspoken, selfless way that made her know she had any body at all

She loved a wildfire in its blazing and consumptive chaos, sagely conscious that she was burning from within its hungry & narcotic flames

And they loved her in their ways, steadily, sadly; distinct but alike in unequivocally knowing she was opaque, arcane, unfathomable:

In need of a measureless ocean that awed her from each vantage point, that could do nothing but swallow her whole with an all-powerful calm

— The End —