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Lost in your embrace
into your chest she collapsed,
caved
against your collar-bones
weighed down by stones
in her pockets.
And her hair filled your eyes
tickled your neck
with her lips,
shuffled the deck
while she unbuckles your favourite trousers
the darkness swallowing
the discarded clothes
to the sound of swallows
congealing in the dawn.
And you, a frightened fawn
stark naked, captured by her eyes
ribs interlocked and fingers
heaving in the tide of bedsheets,
push and pull -
stand tall
for me, stand tall, for
me, my
peace of mind
tease out the knots
in our heartstrings.
She won't love another
she won't cut your words
from her walls; instead let their meanings
sink into the paint
drain into her lungs, quaint
little breaths of love
as the morning consumes
our worst fears
in the gentle blush of snow
under the combination of
the sickly aurora,
the golden lamplight
oh, what a sight
for blind lovers.
into your chest she collapsed,
caved
against your collar-bones
weighed down by stones
in her pockets.
And her hair filled your eyes
tickled your neck
with her lips,
shuffled the deck
while she unbuckles your favourite trousers
the darkness swallowing
the discarded clothes
to the sound of swallows
congealing in the dawn.
And you, a frightened fawn
stark naked, captured by her eyes
ribs interlocked and fingers
heaving in the tide of bedsheets,
push and pull -
stand tall
for me, stand tall, for
me, my
peace of mind
tease out the knots
in our heartstrings.
She won't love another
she won't cut your words
from her walls; instead let their meanings
sink into the paint
drain into her lungs, quaint
little breaths of love
as the morning consumes
our worst fears
in the gentle blush of snow
under the combination of
the sickly aurora,
the golden lamplight
oh, what a sight
for blind lovers.
Literature
arrow boy.
nights like tonight
make me believe we're
the only people alive,
that everyone else has vanished
and left us beneath this
massive patchwork sky.
we hold close together
in the dark,
survivors of a silent apocalypse.
even though there are
no souls around to hear us,
we speak in whispers
as if stainless steel words
could raise their ghosts from the dust.
but we are not alone.
I am once again reminded
of how small you and I are,
how insignificant.
we are two grains of sand
slowly sinking through
god's hourglass,
invisible and loose,
quietly drifting
in our own gravity.
the universe is uncomprehendingly
large,
but when I am with you
I carry it
Literature
how many broken relationships does it take
it was easy to forget to love you.
so perhaps it’s my fault for our brokenness
for our extinguished spark;
it’s as if i forgot to plug us in or light our candle
but how many broken relationships
does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
none because there was only screwing up not screwing in
none because you screwed your lightbulb in someone else
i am trying to forget to love you again
but i’m still writing poems about what broke us,
summing us up in stanzas about lightbulbs;
do you
Literature
The Girl Who Was Afraid To Be
She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
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