Saturday, 28 February 2015

bridged heart

he told me to go
and close my eyes
he told me to go and dream with
my eyes closed. i told him i warned
him i decapitated my truth for him;
we deformed our nights.
that let me stay awake;
i am dreaming in your palms
awake.
i am a contradiction i am a clash
with your twig eyes and
hemmingway breathes.
withering higher in capsules
of our demon truths,
my nightmares fade with
your permanent
metal; bridged heart

to my soul.

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...