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WarmthHome late?I'll slip into the chairFeathers clenching heatBetween each gentle barbTwining together as secretsBeneath the upholsteryWell-worn,Ridden with curls and knots of branches galoreIn a generous pattern ofFine embroideryWhen your foot lightly finds its comfortThe long carpet at the foot of the stairs,I will have already kindled the fireAnd each strand of my hair will be rifeWith the vive of its tonguesMy eyes, too, will glow orangeFind your ownAnd then blanket themselvesWith a sighBehind the lids that anchorEach lash,Enveloping its sister at the closeSummed, a day of sunHeld in the chest for much too long.
The Trees and MeI felt like my house was strong becauseThe Trees saw the sun at dawn before the roof did.It was a little thing, in the woodsMight as well have been a room.Anyway, the thing was, I would wake upAnd see the branches soaked in sunlight, happy.It made me look forward to when that lightWould warm my cheek, and make me feel alive as them.And when it finally happened, there we were--The Trees, the love, and me, all free and wondering.I ran about, yelled at the sky, kicked and thrashed the pondDanced madly as I knew they did when the gusts bellowed at us all.But after the night had fallen and we'd all gone to sleepI realized that the Trees' branches had grown cold, and I cried.The next morning the sun hit my own face firstBefore casting upon fallen leaves, a chattering sea in the wind.I started; looked around quickly and knew straightWhat happened was not the work of some lumberjack.In the dark when I was sound asleep, the Trees togetherSo bravely, determinedly had lifted th
Anticipationdifferentlike my feet are sifted between flowersand the sky is as pink as the moonripe, an ocean absorbing it allrelaxingrustling lightly over my skin, tumblingare a million tiny seashell sisterscarrying the courage to discoverdreamythe darkness immediacy, a sweet shallow coveleaping northward with graceful uncertaintyand taut with warmth and freedomtell medid you run all night just to find that I was here?because it was once our bodies collapsedthat I found I was beloved.
Dare not pretendDear love,do show me how you feelgrasp every leaf you findand let its gentle clawsbristle against your palmcaress it with a crushlike it never mattered anywayplease tell me all you'd likeevery detail of my facehow it's meant to press yoursby cheek, by lip, by tongueuntil I feel my own tearsthe only badges of trutheach time.It's trueI think about our nightsand every windmill dayhow your touches stingand the promise like a keyof sweet gleaming silvertarnished just as the lockI fell asleep last nightbut for too short a spellawakening swiftly, plainly,my left hand rushed to cupthe blood of a reluctant scabthat may just never heal:defiled.
When a fly slips out the mouthIt was a partyMany bodies were thereand their faces danced in thepuddling light and theireyelashes lapped togetherin joy.I spied my frienda fly flew from his mouthwith a loud buzz and a simple dispositionanother girl immediately spied it, blushedto see it lull toward herand land squarely on her cheekbone.Her eye rolled downEven up close, she grew hyperawareas its own eyes like many mirrorsreflected her discomfortand made it disgustingly, beautifullyplain.Perhaps I became a flyfor I noticed all at once the girlthe boyand the ugly wordsdancing separately, shifting in the puddling lightand eventually partingin heartbreak.
Trying to describe memoriestoes sifted through the grass andI am wearing a thin cloudwrapped only by fate into the life that didn't come from the sky or the earthor my heart.This makes me only separate.I really wanted to touch each petal of those flowers,but I just couldn't bear to knowwhat their lives hadn't been.so I cup the wind into my handsand it forms the thinnest glassmy mind swirls inside there, witha haunting reverberation(I always come back to it, it is so beautiful and clear)(It makes me want to cry sometimes, the one cryI don't know how to smile or to despair with)a kiss so missed like a warm ray of lightof arms flung out and freedom earnedof strong legs and beating, beating, soaringof falls and deathsthat didn't turn out to be death at all.my face turns to smileat the friends and sounds that i imagine are with meand then the cloud leaves me therevulnerable and proud, the windtrembling along with mestill cradled in my palms.we are left alone.