Monday, 13 February 2017

colourless grief

colorful memories colourless handwriting; smaller dreams with distant heartbeats.

rolled into pieces and covered

with real course skin;

we abide by our truths and

sustain each fallen eyelash.

i am the sudden in your breathing 

particle dusted with velvet grief.

touch me in my pieces and

watch my feathers take off 

with my life long kiss.

lips.




 

 

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...