Monday, January 10, 2005

mythologies

you told me once
you loved me beyond reason
and I believed you
as we wrote our mythologies
on beer bottles
and fly paper

with feathers in your hair
you kissed my pillow
like sweet morning dew
and we laughed at the grass
for growing sideways

toasting moonbeams
from the back of a
green pickup
drinking like the finest tequila
from lips that dared not
burn the basic format
of desire

now your image is careening
off my memory plane
into a realm of fly paper,
bottled-blue
stuck in my hair
stuck to the moon
with the permanent glue
of mythologies

winterchurch
inspire me

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Blogger kim said...

that is so beautiful.

9:14 PM  

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