they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Sunday, April 01, 2012

wisdom, you.

if your eyes are
like nighttime coal
i will not
look away.

if your mouth is
and your voice
a booming ocean
i will say

if your hands
are older
than mine.
if they've touched more
held more,
felt more -
i will grasp them.

i will hold them to my face
and place them over
my eyes.
i will veil my sparkle
in favor of truth
in favor of gravity
on my head
your hands.

i will ask you to press down
until i can't remember
what it felt like
before i asked.
before i lay flat
beneath the weight of you.
sinking deeper into
the earth -
this ground -
until i understood
what i did not


  • At 10:58 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Very enlightening and heart felt! Thank you for sharing your poetic expertise...


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