The Clouds We Make

I feel like we're both mountains

Green Ribbon Star

Dec 14, 2011

• Breathe Again
• The Clouds We Make

Our chatter makes steam
and our teeth beat like drums.
My fingertips fill with blood
as the glass empties,
a false sense of touch that
pierces my veins
and sends my thoughts shrieking
as the crow flies.
The clouds we make
linger above our heads
endlessly,
hazy ghouls on a
merry-go-round,
reading our thoughts,
searching our eyes.
Swirling words escape
our tongue-tied tombs,
casually filling the air with
the familiar smell of coffee,
reminding us of who we were
and who we are now,
convincing me how very
possible it is to stargaze
on a cloudy afternoon.

Reviews

[KatharineDishron]

"our chatter makes steam and our teeth beat like drums." wow. beautiful. your mind is attractive.