JuxtapositionA Poem by Livana Lowell
I keep having nightmares about us
that I become a vase
with a shiny and blushful face
cheeks as plump as plums
red as strawberries
but as still and static as I am
my heart still beats like a drum
because with firm, foundation-like hands
you grasp my bottom and
hold me as my column
but you can speak and your words
make my tummy come alive with churning
but also a sort of yearning.
Then somehow you wobble and rock
and I fall over you.
and with one eye watch pieces scatter
Then I die as a leaf would as it had fallen from a tree
on a sullen, autumn evening.
I die as a plant who was crushed by wild, winter winds
sadly, naturally, but gratefully
because it was good to be held by you for a minute
than to never experience the whirl of romance.
Then in the middle of the night I wake
with sweat drizzled on my face
my heart shuddering with fear.
My fall heavy on my tongue,
and my body flinching for when I should break.
© 2016 Livana Lowell
AboutSooo, hello guys! Not much to say about me. I've been a writer since I was in kindergarten. I used to write stories about dinosaurs surviving the meteor (my favorites ones usually lived) because I had.. more..
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