Sunday, 29 December 2013

Leaving

beautiful disasters;
broken time sleeping
bountifuls in diamond deaths.
suddenly yours and swollen
education breaks apart this
choked air and we are
testing our pelvic
strength. Dilutions of empty
seats ; you were filled with
Me inside me you were filled.
You thought me and I
sang to your dreams.

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...