Friday, 20 September 2013

Ponder

Sunken in and
Forgotten because the
Rupturing faith bleed
Wide and shut.
Forearm tingled with
distance and the waiting
became against our
hallucinating.
Let us elope within our
Forearms and lust over.
Lets degrade our seasons so
That winters coldness keeps
Your wings around me.
Your damage surrounds me
And my face swallowed
You whole; my facials
Decided we were whole.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...