A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
I wonder why we need
this day this single red jot when each day all day long my heart bows like an elephant to receive its riders when each day the sun burns burns burns its hydrogen rose for my face when each day the mitochondria light their tiny bonfires in the smallest parts of me and dance around them like satyrs. if I am ever emptied of kisses bury me for I am dead. if my hands fail to imagine run of jawline curve of hip if my sundial eyes fail to track the angle of my longing across this rich earth if I cease planting flowers and lie down in the wasteland of giftshops in the valley of busted sternums please let me save a prayer one frail poem a benediction to you who will arrive and murder this foolish day with a kiss that will not end. Comments are closed.
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