I’d loosen my shirt and tie,
as if to set the dull weight of
my side-sling down
with the fullest intention
of unwriting us both,
separating pen and paper
from an unruly marriage
of blotted lines.The snakes of ink would slurp
their blackened ways
back to their source,
(where I once took a nib
to pulsing tributaries)
and we would then
be twain again.
They’ve promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.
“
| — | Oscar Wilde (via sjora) |
I balled myself beside
you like a still-life fading
and hummed to the
same thrumming frequency
of your heated form
composed of perfect pitch:
canzonas flushed red
as primroses.
If I
If I were a bird
And you were a flower
I would use my wings
To protect from showersIf I were a tree
And you were the breeze
I would crave your caress
And sway gently at easeIf I were a cloud
And you were the sky
I would float in your beauty
And join you up highWere I the horizon
And if you were the sun
I would mourn your passing
When each day is doneIf I was the moon
And you were the stars
I would reflect your beauty
From my place afarWere I a galaxy
And you simply space
I would be happy
To be in that place
