Saturday, January 29, 2011

At night

You are my rolling hills,
Spread out in front of me like a majestic antiseptic,
A cleansing, yet stirring portrait of my imagination.
Once I fed myself entirely with you,
With your sounds and light touches,
Nourishing and revitalizing me until it was all light inside.
Now I am drinking you in, glass after glass,
reflections of celestial bodies and warm bodies,
Swimming in them, provoking me.
You are my dancing flames,
Igniting and delighting,
All along my ribcage, your railroad tracks,
I allow you to use me as a terrain to travel on.
If you are looking for a home,
I am waiting for you to ask me to come along every day.
Where will we be once the ground moves beneath us?
Teaching us lessons in gravity,
Wake up calls in hedonism and minimum wage,
It all looks like pictures of impossibility and shame in the sunlight.
I'll have to drink you all in tonight in order to keep you.

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