Monday, October 15, 2012
i held the breeze in
between my breasts.
i took the threads of
every item of clothing
i own, and pulled them
all apart, to tie back together
to make a string long
enough that i could
take the moon from
the sky and place it
between my thighs.
i took every hushed
moment in all of history
and implanted them in
my ears to calm the
rushing noises of the
sea. all to make my
self ready for
myself.
i kept my failing
promises that fell
through my patch work
roof. call a thatcher,
i think i've gone rouge.
too liberal for my own good.
trying to fix myself like i'm
a leaking tap, but i only
leak when i watch kid's
films with touching endings,
and i haven't got any papers
to tell me i am able to build
anything that should stand. so
i tried to fix everyone else.
that backfires every time
like an old car, so i know
in my most hidden and secret
cupboard that i will just stay
inside and knit myself back
together, with patch-work
thread and dulled buttons.
because what else can i do?
i can not fix the world or
anyone else, and for me
to try, would
be ultimately futile.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
i jumped ship
to receive, i left
the port behind, to
buy more port on
the way home.
every time you
fall into my eyes, i
fall into yours.
i make these things
with my hands that
were made to touch
you, that were made
to hold you. i hold you
tight to me, i hold your
skin against my skin.
i kept my tongue clean
while you are away,
and when you were away
i kept my lips soft and
i keep returning to the
feeling of elation at the
end of an extended
period of separation.
you sit inside me, and i
sit inside you, and when we
are away i miss you, but
i know that two days
and my mouth can
skip along your neck
again with ease to
know you are here.
and this makes existing
sweeter than any berry
i've ever eaten.
to receive, i left
the port behind, to
buy more port on
the way home.
every time you
fall into my eyes, i
fall into yours.
i make these things
with my hands that
were made to touch
you, that were made
to hold you. i hold you
tight to me, i hold your
skin against my skin.
i kept my tongue clean
while you are away,
and when you were away
i kept my lips soft and
i keep returning to the
feeling of elation at the
end of an extended
period of separation.
you sit inside me, and i
sit inside you, and when we
are away i miss you, but
i know that two days
and my mouth can
skip along your neck
again with ease to
know you are here.
and this makes existing
sweeter than any berry
i've ever eaten.
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