Tuesday, 15 November 2016

live faces

i have listened to your gems hidden between

your subtle lashes and lowering our heads

now will never fall apart. disappointed trees 

drowning in forgotten ethereal limbs while

we sit and stare at this broken bricked clock.

i can track your resentment and treat your 

gold with fairy dusted psalms; i will read to

you slow and listen to you strong.




 

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...