Monday, 18 April 2011

i embroider my pillow with charms and surrender to the fire

the night so black and thick with silence dissolves what you think are the edges.

not to distract from the fact
im dreaming of fish the colour of pearls swimming in the bath

i hold my breath,

but awake to the sky paling with the arrival of light slicing it's lines of intersection through these late night tales that melt into day and the battle. which is the question. of whether you have the stomach for it. the courage and strength to surrender.

pity me not for daring to call it love. for being helpless to the laws of ascension shot from the chests of prophets and held between and in each breath.

1 comment:

alvaro barcala said...

I simply love this, and keep the impressions to my intimacy.