I didn’t have time to un-knot my hair or brush it down
it used to hang to my thighs and I had to cut it
when the sickness came and I was green with bile
all those years I held my hair as my calling card
for I had nothing else
so when you see me this way you know
I’m not pretending anything anymore, this is me
this is the girl you once loved
I remember thinking I was old back then
what a laugh
and time is a cordial of horrors and trickery
what we need to know is, it’s all in the eye of the beholder
so if I feel tired and beat up now, remember, I tell myself
in ten years I will rue the day I forgot to dance
I dance now
bare footed with dirty soles
to the memories of
our liquid union
and planes do not fall out of the sky
the day is quiet
despite the tornado in my mind
I would let you in and not let you out
shut inside me like a favorite book
chapter marked by the sinew of my want
clasp you tightly with my muscular need to belong
within your kaleidoscope, a star in your universe
behind these accoutrements and forbids I burn electric
you never get too old for longing
I want you to take me in your arms
crush me into sugared pieces
eat each one and never spit me out
I want to become you and stay
inside your candied warmth
where amber things are less real
set in time to wait out storm
but you care about them more
as part of your compass, to set your destination
I was born of your desire
I am now without wing
soon I will fade into pieces
and nobody will pick them up to eat
TheFeatheredSleep 