March 12, 2012 § Leave a Comment
Fidgeting, shaking, thoughts flitting
The brain branches out and twigs snap
As I am no longer able to support
My own logic, I retreat to your embrace
Dry my tears with hot breath,
Your inhalations deep and concave,
Exhalations smooth wavers with
Ripples that tickle your core.
Maintain the metronome’s cavernous echo
Deep within your chest, hold my head to it
Let beats and rhythm infatuate my soul
Let us bask in sunlight or even stiffen,
Shrivel up without remorse
Let us waste away in pure oblivion
Let us be one with tragedy and beauty,
Often so dependent upon one another.
Blossoms may now bud on spry branches
Yet here in this very state even
Shattered or burnt twigs can still suffice.