Hiding Archimedes

Traces of our fingers
Leave glowing marks on the walls
Of the apartment 

Single

Chariot rains heavy fire

From down on high

But it keeps us warm tonight

It's nice to hear your laugh

Every fiber in my brain

Knows your smile

A wicked thing

It's nice to know your voice

Every whisper that I'm listening to

Is a breath that will 

Never reach his chest

Archimedes ate the sun

Down on my blistered thumbs

Pray you fade on me

Breath on

It's nice to know

Every muscle on your bone

As they explode

A brilliant glow

It's nice to know

Every feeding is a stealing

From hunger comes a lock and key

A shallow body hides Archimedes and me.

Reviews

[Chemical Kitten]

I love the imagery that you created here. I particularly like the first stanza and the lines "Ever whisper that I'm listening to/ Is a breath that will/ Never reach his chest" The emotion put into it brings the poem to life; beautiful writing.