yellow strings hold my skull steady,
bind my muscle and fasten my skin.
i need to keep my hands behind my back when
you sit in front of me, because when you
smile it's like nothing i've ever seen, like mercury
dropped in for a quick visit and
planted himself on your lips.
and i know this is too hard to keep,
one of us will spoil, someday.
but right now let's put our flag
on that midnight sun
and let there be no going back.
CZYTASZ
motion. | completed
Poezjathis is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
