Monday 12/22/2014 12:29:00 AM

the intrepid spiral. the steadfast vacuum. all the letters. all the numbers. the chaos. the weep. cold skin. warm lips. intimacy's melted wax. the flame nearly dead.

the distance in whispers. the closeness in screams.

her voice is broken. her resolve is fixed.

the time machine sputters. the science chokes. on too much biology.

the moment cuts. the wound opens. such is the cycle of skin.

the pain is indexed. catalogued and exposed. more art than emotion.

the steps. the perfect contrition. as the frailty finds its first words.

the thinner threads. the bigger holes. time is a bridge. a beautiful panic of footsteps defying the void. a naked monarch in a kingdom of robes.

2 comments:
Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

the distance in whispers, the closeness in screams . . . love those lines.

fancier atoms said...

thanx.



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