“Give me your hand, child, I’ll tuck it in my pocket.
Close your eyes, child, tight against the snow.”
Eyelashes with little milky dew,
Sealing everything together
With frosty iced glue.
It was a snowstorm,
And you remember it because you had
Never seen anything like it before.
Your hand had been given away in a strange pocket
It was too cold to feel it anymore.
And yet, the bitter wind felt like an ally
A wintry helper took your Californian soul.
A
one wet afternoon
i found myself looking for those few
escapist words
i was soaked to the core by
rivers outside and inside running
dirty thick almost sweet
i searched all around
your name my sweet darling
ain’t paper anymore
remnant of the liquid word
remnant of your liquid tongue
dirty thick flowing rhyming
you'll drink my mouth all
easy rhymes rhyming with
your name
after mine
trapped in books
florescent
white
your image is so bright
your eyes don’t look so blue anymore
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