Eight minutes and twenty seconds while the earth beckons for light. Though it feels like an instant. The heat radiates like peace, a sudden calm. The light removes the plight of the night. Blinding me from hate and strife. As I see it climbing towards me, approach from afar I welcome that brilliant star. And with each sunset I am left with a picture that has become a fixture in my mind, the warmth of your smile.
I trace my fingers across wings as fragile as a butterfly’s. These are mine. They shoot forth from a back that twists too much. A fingertip is all use for I might crush. There is much beauty to touch. They let her fly into my dreams. They carry her through life, these fragile wings. They flutter when she sings along to the radio as graceful as a bell rings. She knows all the words and even though I have heard every line a million times like a hour chimes I still find the wonder in it all. This rush of wings drives my hand to write. I fight for each flutter, each flap, til I have nothing left. I own only the love that she has given to me. But I own these wings that others can’t see.
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The golden pencil sat shaking on pale lips, this was where it was meant to sit. There is peace in the curve of her face. Every freckle, every dip, every bit. She looks up at me. My eyes affixed.
“What?” she asks softer than silk.
I wear my best smirk, trying to work love into several muscles actions. “Nothing,” I assure in my voice too high.
I creep my fingers like thick spider legs to her hand. Those eyes so sweet when they light up bright, the edges of her mouth drawn tight. “I love you.”
I give my needed response. There is no joke, no amount of silence, no fake kindness, that could match that statement made from pale lips so soft other than, “I love you too.” For I do.
How could I ever think to die before my time? When I pass, much older, more in love with her, I want to have her soft hand gripped in mine.
It was the night we first met, that something sparked. Who is this? Who are you? Why can’t I look away? I couldn’t look down because of the side effects of my pills. I couldn’t observe the beauty before me.
We drove down the unlit road
My ambitions thrown
Our headlights cut the dark night
like a ship slicing ice
each crackle of every shadowy glacier
sent my very nerves ashiver
and I prayed a word my mouth could deliver Continue reading “Road”
There once were two birds that sat in a tree
They lived in close yet platonic harmony
One was a male, older the world he had seen
The other a hen so sadly naive
She saw the world from the top down
While the other viewed it as if from the ground