I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow So then I could really be fly And then she arrived Like day break inside a railway tunnel Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes She was the suns painting She was a deep cognac color Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city her lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet And full for her mouth to hold I said, You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics. I said, For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain And I would clasp the constellations across your waist And I would make the heavens your cape And they would be pleased to cover you They would be pleased to cover you May I please, cover you, please
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 03:03:44 +0000
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