Falling AdriftA Poem by Ashley_Pietro
dead bark looms from frozen water
our hands reach for the white branches as if to breathe new life into them little talks with nature a four letter word surfaces casual and inflamed his mouth was soft-- subtle and unexpected, like the way the sun sets over the fine hairs of my waistline perceiving you, perceiving me the great indoors my echo kept waiting-- could those three syllables have just been the tiny figments of my imagination, regenerating his sweet saliva that was not yet mine to absorb? spewing from my lips were the eleven hindered letters nevertheless-- as tangible as a fountain of rubies brushing the violet dusk star-crossed darkness nourishing our seven deadly syllables we lie awake in this nightmare, and you listen to me, listen to you shout it over and over and over again © 2014 Ashley_Pietro |
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