ArchaeologyYou have been claimed.Archaeology4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have seen my competition holding perfumed picks
and daggers in their eyes.
They know the value of the treasure I have found,
but I'm already in your skin.
While I'm here, in my space beside your heart,
would you mind if I gently took a rib?
This is archaeology, my love.
I will sew you up with kisses;
stitch you up with x's and oh's
x's and oh's
Hold me steady,
while I chisel our names into the bone that crossed your heart,
like kids in campus trees:
I will sacrifice a rib if you will do the same.
We will tie a bow around them, and send them into space,
and Orion and Andromeda will be as jealous as the rest
when they read our names upon our bones
and see our love alive inside the marrow.
This is archaeology.
Long after we are dead, our story will live on.
Descartes, My Messenger Bird'I think, I think'Descartes, My Messenger Bird4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
'we hurt those we love'
Fingers white like blind eyes, I am blunted
with the colour peach on my cheeks:
it is plastic, but that's okay under
Setting suns. 'I think'
I think, I stutter
Awake because I am not asleep, I am philosophically stunted and you don't talk anymore
because I want more and I want less
and I can't stop
This sensation of weightlessness in the pit of me, floating like spores of summer
on a breeze
between tin cans play acting phone booths and string
that could be useful one night. I think.
March flies and
August hovers like a bird waiting for something that crawls, like the insects on my skin, and
this is all about how you don't
meet my eye anymore, and I broke my first barbie doll
And I never had another, I suppose. I don't recall.
I think, and I burn, and
I think. Therefore, I am.
Rooms seem empty without us, and your face is
I think, ther
UntitledStill (living) betweenUntitled5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
parentheses, while speaking
Greek and ellipses...