Fragments_______________ slow ____ visualizing: ______________Fragments4 years ago in Typographical More Like This
__ mystery abroad ________________ dreams _________
___________ - cities by night - _______________________
____________________________ sea serpents _________
_____ books ______________________ fear _____________
___________ precious __________ neverending stories ____
_____ lives entwined __________ music ________________
______________________________ passion ____________
________ nocturnal _________________________________
___________tears__________________ scattered poetry ____
__________ - air thick with dreams unspoken - _____________
_______________________ ten things you like the most ______
____ that person on the street __________________________
_______ hot beverages _____________ a laughter too loud ___
__________ secluded beach ____________ colors combined ___
______________ secret ________________ painting _____________
______________ two stars reflected in - _________________
UtopiaThe first time, he says, is like opening a wound.Utopia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mud is hot near the Creek. It bubbles, it makes sounds and
we pretend that we are not alone, kissing like schoolchildren.
He runs a finger right beneath my ear, marks the
imperfection. Smiles. And I begin to understand
just how precious he has become.
In translation this gets lost.
I construct, reconstruct,
so much left to say.
I spend my time
letters for his breathing and and and
all of this is lost. The door doesn't close now and
the lock is gone. I can feel every intimacy depart
at night, until I am nothing more than a dancer on
a stage, spinning like a spider web, like a history,
like that suffering, tense thing between us. And all
the things that are left to say. His raven hair, his
gold filled bones. His smile that openedlike a key
a world I did not know. That place that we went some nights.
That place of pleasure, which