Thursday, 5 February 2015

distance and lines

i have composed you
and dreamed your eyes and
shut your torso sideways.
slow visits down your throat
makes me intend you and
submit to your foreign literature.
remember how i used to love the way
you said that?
“foreign”
we have become;

that.

invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...