Don't tell me how a poem is
with your spelling all correct
and syntax in context
all lined up (ducks in a row) in deep and meaningful order.
this way and that, sleepless
as the earth falls from my shoulders,
feathers twisted, into open space.
too many descriptive words
and superlatives
weighing down
how I feel
about breathing underwater.
I come to your funeral
crying out to death
come out, come out,
embrace me
I am only and always absolutely for you.
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ReplyDeleteThe way the air tries to explain
ReplyDeleteThe tide holds my heart
moving, moving over
pages with your touch
skin pumping
mouth to mouth
pre-existent
sensations
a chance sense
of primal imaginings
breaking out from a world
of words.
ha, i had written "or" instead of "of" and decided to change it. Some mistakes seem better than others i guess :)
You're wonderful, as always.
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