#minipoems
1. Words were left behind
on top of the soil
where they buried
yesterday's bones
2. suddenly, this cold chill
that has befriended my spine
is now a sense of comfort
that I am still alive
3. Grief, it is love, it is every form of love
From every story I have ever read
it is hope and despair
it is the shadow
of this rain
that follows me
home
4. I hope you see
that this running clock
moves in circles
just like we do
the beginning of your journey
is closer to the end
than you could ever imagine
5. If you are looking for me
I am searching for that old shadow
we left with the sun for safekeeping
thinking about burying old love
Oct 22, 2022
Oct 22, 2022 at 11:18 AM UTC
You ripped me open like a present on Christmas Day.
Cold hands in a warm bed on a dark night.
The Eskimos and butterflies taught me how to kiss you.
You smell like cinnamon and shampoo and too many tears.
Jumping rope and sticky grins and blacktop promises in chalk.
I would trade my sanity for another kiss with you.
Sharing music with you was like reading you my diary.
Soiled sheets tell stories I could never bear to share.
Sometimes I wonder if you really smoke to **** yourself.
You taste like sin and safety at the same time.
I remember holding your hand, never wanting to let go.
Kiss me like I am oxygen and you're on Mars.
The lines on your hands are rivers, whispering your past.
Good music and elephants and heartbreak remind me of you.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC