"aerolite" poems
Meteors are made of three components
Iron, nickel and silicates
You are made of something simpler
Sea salt, angst and
Tenderness
Yet my fingers always fall short
Of reaching you
But if you did ever let me caress the space
Between us
Not just in our lips
You’d come crashing down
Bursting in a kaleidoscope of flames
Orange and silver sparks flying
And I would still hold on
Even if you take me with you.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
Ton arrière-train
Surgit du fond des abysses
Comme un aerolite,
Un diamant
De 3106 carats,
Une pierre d'exception,
Un Cullinan
Que je scinde en neuf
Pour chaque incarnation de ma muse
Qui éclate en mille facettes
Quand je lapide sa majesté.
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 12:28 PM UTC