"infantly" poems
Sit naked
Like children matting the lives they may never have
Pit patting innocence on the floor
With tiny, ***** feet.
Simplicity in the curve of her bottom
And the writhe her legs give me
Infantly pleased to see me
Heroicly ignoring the bitterness of an espresso
We can sit together, one day
And chime on our shields
She can play me music
And I can draw her worlds
And toggle life from death
Switch from fight to flee
While she makes melodies
That answer to my name
Just my funny name
I can't imagine
Anymore
Crisps think less
Chips have been sectioned
Never knowing,never fearing
As something so unlike myself
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Naked tree
Infant being
Dew on ancient veins
And all nocturne
Hush
The winter city does not speak
It creaks
It moans
It whispers
Rasping yet calm
From deep within its Immense grey nothing
Of a childlike ******
Oft from the away
Of the deep, dark, warm blooded secrets of a cure
Come now, blizzard
Snow or dust
Infinitesimal and wise
We’ve hung our wounds out
We will rejoice
While we find colour
Burning in your brilliance
Alabaster, gold, honey brown and chestnut
Now we’re all camouflage
The grass is olden, wistful and unkempt
We’ll look through and find each other
Or maybe a passing bird will carry us through
To other realms
Or back to our wombs
Like the echo of steely friction
And the ***** of alpine thorns
Like a thousand needles
From the paraphernalia
Urban nomads play on
Amorphous and obscure
Boldly proclaiming their dissonance
And in its trails
The treacly placid darkness engulfs
the mind
with its Itinerant leftovers
from an infantly battle
It returns
To sleep
To heal
To prepare anew, for a duel
In the Winter City
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:58 PM UTC