Wednesday, 21 October 2009
it tastes like gold
in the near distance november trembles behind the lace of naked branches below stars perfectly aligned and sheds her skin. the moon pools silver on my chest and i long to drink. i believe nothing touches you by mistake. rising in the dark before dawn i scratch the surface. press my lips against the day and walk backwards blind towards everywhere i cannot see. it is possible in 24 hours - only if we stand still - to pass through the same spot in which yesterday we stood. i can remember before, but there is no after. only always. burning ourselves and each other. plant my name in your garden like a seed and listen for it coming, growing. the only real world is that we catch sight of in our peripheral vision. open your hands forever grasping to touch edges and instead hold up the sky. it's the only way it can enter and caress the places inside our bodies otherwise unreachable.
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