le vent souffla dans ce jardin aux pommes d’or
et tomba malade avant l’aube
il suffit jadis d'un grain de sable:
la licorne devint invisible
sauf son cœur
les yeux d’archæoptéryx
reflètent toujours l'image terrienne
des eaux d'en haut
tandis que l’hippogriffe dort
les ailes ouvertes devant
dans la fatigue d’être solitaire
bare-foot on window ledge
with knees to chest
while coldness
weaves a nightgown
from shoulders to horizon
it snows with cryogenic
wool
white is all there is
and
when his sleepless temples
slump in my lap
blood flows a crimson tide
through half my heart
and a bird
wings back into my bones
as waters rise
under soles
...exploring the relationship between [some] men and space
You had enough of me? I often seem to wonder
Sometimes I cry, my face turned to the wall
I know, it’s silly yet I can’t stop but ponder
The little things like: Does he care at all?
I then run to the mirror and turn my lips blood red
I take out the mascara, the blushers and instead
Of trying to forget you...Oh, I am such a fool
I’m rushing to your door-step, breaking another rule.
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