Did you see me walking by the ridge
one legged to keep me from falling
into the arms of a dream,
the new growths on a darkening torso
Dawn is carried around in a handbag
that reduces shoulders to ash
whenever hope walks along the
arms of a common heartbeat
Did you see me,dissemble my desires
over stones like cutting fingers
when even the smell of morning
left me hanging over the kitchen sink
Night is a bold queen
that undresses in daydreams
and pricks like a scalding trident
cutting through body and soul
Did you see me,never look at you
like i never looked at seraphs
that were fed to me through
tubelights and emerald book covers
Life is like a bubble of vaccum
An emptiness in this thick air
I never asked you to be beautiful
You just are
This made my eyes bleed. One legged to keep from falling. It amazes me that we can be so off balance on our own two feet that we find our footing by cutting off an appendage. But sometimes it takes something as severe as that. Sometimes we need to cut and cauterize. Sometimes life just does it for us whether we need it or not. The world is hungry that way. I didn't ask you to be beautiful. You didn't ask me to love you. Yet you are. Yet I do. And so this bleeding....
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xo
erin
Annie,
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for stopping by...quite mysteriously i happened to watch a sunset with the moon the setting sun and a star all in the same triangle with a red carpet as the sky....it was almost heartbreaking to not have my camera...
erin,
That was all i had when i witnessed the scene....Could we have poetry as striking without the moon? the eternally alive metric of poetry.....