"cislunar" poems
Are we junk? Waste,
Shard and smear,
Empty symbol made by
“Doled out Poet’s papers,
Hoarded like sweets?”
Our awkward secrets
stumble
cislunar.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
You marmalade dropper, you.
You cause an enfilade with the briefest of your words, my love.
You cislunar beauty.
Let me watch you. Make me your auspex.
Stravaig through my heart.
Be your flagitious best with me.
Noctivagants, you and I.
Steal a pimpmobile. Let's run away.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC