"fingerstemmed" poems
send me a breeze, baby blue
maybe i'll swim on that love, to
her speckle-dust cobwebs
fingerstemmed
in her skin
tinting my feathered heart
with her mosaic smile,
shards of a past she screams,
"stay a while,
baby blue"
long enough to hold her frozen hands,
kicking at the ashes
sift.
sift through*
breaststroke through the debri
i caught your smile,
and fed it to,
the holes in her heart
wearing her
in
out*
in & out.
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 11:52 PM UTC