Kicking up, unstitching quilts of leaves
Rousing dank, damp, dormant earth
To mingle with the air she breathes-
Thicker than the blood pooling on her grazed hands
That collects on my lips as I kiss her battle wounds.
It's been decided; she's Peter Pan today
Finding me flowers to console my skin
from the blows of her elephantine hands.
She ignites something in me like sheets of lightning.
I can't measure volume in volume
But I'll bet that the crevices of our fingerprints fit
And who needs litres when I can count the beads of sweat
That hang between her forehead and my forehead?
I can't run from waves
Of this kind of red heat.
I'm too startled by the static on her mouth
To give a damn about them swallowing me.
- Title: Finding
- Artist: zombieswillmunchyou
- Description: I'm trying to get better by writing as much as I can. I know it's cliche. The rhythm's all over the place, I think I had slam poetry in mind when I started. I don't think the stanzas fit very well. I hope you enjoy it. It would mean the world to me if someone could comment and give me some feedback as I'm looking to improve, and as gaia is kind of anonymous I was more confident to share the poem. Thanks :)
- Date: 04/26/2012
- Tags: finding peterpan love daisy