TheFeatheredSleep – “your smile is a lantern lighting doubt”
I desire things I’m not allowed to have
like a ball of twine will wish to be perfectly recalled
nothing looks as new after it is worn
I carry the burrs, twigs and meal of my journey
the caterpillar hollows my tunnel
the firefly lights the way ahead
she told me, the way people smell is how she knows
whom to trust, whom to join, whom to discard
her feet are hennaed, her eyelashes thick like horse hair
when she looks at me, the moon is insignificant in contrast
these sighs ride on a warm wind to far-flung places
we follow as addicts of destination
there is nothing about here keeping us
aside ourselves and the anchor of habit
…
in novels the heroines grow older and more hesitant
to join eclipsing tide and sail away
you have never had such palsy
you are brimming with courage like
a stout…
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