Pages

Dream

of peculiar flowers/like sound of laughter/fluid in words you could spell/only after lettering down/libations on territories/virgin with mystic bites/of your footsteps/creating gardens/of hope beyond tales

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

In the middle of my body



The thing that sets me free is caged
covered with skin and breastbone
The thing that sets me free is sore
overworked, stretched beyond today
and when it beats I feel the past
and when I sleep it runs without me
My heart won’t stop
Going places without my charge
Tattooing names in her pulse
Controlling my mind
Moving my feet
Showing me smiles in the face of pain
My heart is sore and I can’t touch it,
maybe you should.

2 comments:

  1. Just Lovely...with a touch of sadness.

    Favorite lines -
    "My heart is sore and I can't touch it,
    maybe you should"

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. :) mine too. thanks for reading Hannah.

      Delete