June
1, 2012
#7
She leaves
Someone
who spent my room,
in pillow covers
and tender,
eyelids covering
the ocean,
as if she
spoke into my
air gaps -
bridging
all emotions.
who spent my room,
in pillow covers
and tender,
eyelids covering
the ocean,
as if she
spoke into my
air gaps -
bridging
all emotions.
In
the end,
when the curves
she wore
settled in my arms,
sank in my
deep green
was our luminous,
bare
was her shoulders.
As repetitive
as it gets
with sunset
and the melancholy,
I was given
elastic nights
to root
my desires
of an unending tunnel,
continuum.
when the curves
she wore
settled in my arms,
sank in my
deep green
was our luminous,
bare
was her shoulders.
As repetitive
as it gets
with sunset
and the melancholy,
I was given
elastic nights
to root
my desires
of an unending tunnel,
continuum.
