Tuesday, June 28, 2011

antibody parts, or delicate; weary (part VI)

diving in parallels,
she swam in parenthesis

riding and
her hands into my ribs

she'd coaxed my heart

into showing her
all the ample space
-the emptiness-

lurking in
and around the corners

eating shadows
and leaving their bones
to turn to dust

for better judgement
and the time to adjust.

(when adjacent served
little purpose and famine set sail

-as a vulture, searching for food),
the collapse of conquering

covers the want
with the mulch of the past,
collecting at our feet.