"killingkid" poems
Look up towards what's left, killingkid.
I smile a smile, i look somewhere in your eyes
That death cannot reach. And you are quiet
In your solitude, I know. Like me, like me
You touch the constellations with your lashes
As you sleep above me.
I wipe the clouds from my eyes
As you tumble,
Down, down, down
Past galaxies, past the stairs of my brain.
You wait patiently.
I am too patient, perhaps.
I imagine many carousels and butterflies
As light as my stomach turning,
Lifting up the weight of my sorrow.
I know you're light on your feet,
My heart is heavy
My love is wounded like a deer
Against a thicket of thorns,
Breathing deep and long,
Watching headlights as they pass
On a summer's eve.
My love is a broken mirror.
My eyes reflect towards you
All the light I can muster,
All the joy I can resurrect.
Stay here, killingkid.
I just walk to walk with you
Into the summer night.
A breeze of kiss, a wave of moonlight...
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC