Post by south4thesummer on Sept 12, 2013 17:40:19 GMT -5
Everything brings me back to you
you're beaten into my thoughts
like metal pounded thin and hot.
I'm watching that stray black cat
playing sentry for the evening.
The walls are his parapets
his orange-aura'd shadow
cast long on the iron-wrought gate.
A plane flies low
and its busy engines
throb through the earth.
His thin simulacrum cocks its head.
I've felt it in my feet
and recall that vacation
on the coast
in a crowded bookstore
when the ground became
awave beneath me.
Books startled from their nests
were ruffled and disgruntled as geese.
Silly, awkward things.
I was steady as a stone in the panic
somehow unsurprised.
Because there was a moment when
you touched me
just with
the tiniest tips
of your fingers
and a pit opened under me
to swallow me whole.
you're beaten into my thoughts
like metal pounded thin and hot.
I'm watching that stray black cat
playing sentry for the evening.
The walls are his parapets
his orange-aura'd shadow
cast long on the iron-wrought gate.
A plane flies low
and its busy engines
throb through the earth.
His thin simulacrum cocks its head.
I've felt it in my feet
and recall that vacation
on the coast
in a crowded bookstore
when the ground became
awave beneath me.
Books startled from their nests
were ruffled and disgruntled as geese.
Silly, awkward things.
I was steady as a stone in the panic
somehow unsurprised.
Because there was a moment when
you touched me
just with
the tiniest tips
of your fingers
and a pit opened under me
to swallow me whole.
