Friday, December 26, 2014

a glaciers pace
placid rock

i made you that way

gripping onto

final attachment remaining,
the last artery.

before wandering
into nomadic travels.
i'll lose my soul and really
that'd be all i'd have to lose
if it weren't for you.

plate-shift having
often offended
herald in the plasma barely
under the ocean surface

into cells that too
are naked of color

also naked of happy

happened upon during
explicit conversation

this day offers many moments of hush.

i wish to let the other know
i think this is anger

toward you

lost in distance from me

is it taking a long time to
make new friends i'd write

on a postcard
followed by several question marks

i wont
i wont pry no matter what it takes which
is a lot