Your memory settled into my heart
Dripping down to my lungs
And flowered, through my collar-bones and eyes
Little dew dropped starlings.

Fragile, like the whisper of stars
Protected, by the warmth of my chest
Blooming, taking over
Their essence mingling with mine.

They dangle, snaking down my legs
Wrapping little vines around my ankles
Stilling me, rooting me
Little soldiers conquering.

And then slowly, the city's fumes
Choke them, and they gray
We walk away, each to his own
A possible love, ripping away.

comments powered by Disqus

Table of Contents