the distance between
there and here
has made us
tired
my ears are ringing
eyes are flickering
from a night
of patio lights
and circus music
this time
I was the moth drawn
to the light
you are crawling
and I limp
on my damaged heels
broken by bad decisions
forbidden to heal
because of memories
Words.
you bring order to the chaos
in these small
inert symbols
you say you are numb
that inside
your flame is waning
but you can light words on fire
and burn a mind
down to the ground
-
we have a dialogue
that tears through the sky
like a Boeing
but we are without destination.
Careful.
I saw a caterpillar crawl
across the stage
last night
helplessly
it was us.
our protagonists may be frail
but I know
you are a lioness inside
and I am a virus
looking for a host
there is nothing more
in this world
that I need more
than for you to
dance all over me
as I crawl
like I could have
to that caterpillar
2 comments:
the imagery is incredible. outwardly pretty metaphors cut like a knife. really holds the reader captive to the atmosphere you convey.
you have many pieces I can't read only once. I keep coming back to this one.
you'll have to write one about friday
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