Tell me things...

[arastarred]

empty postcards -

outdated words scripted.
Remind me, again?

Walking closer to the bridge of your mouth,
faintly smelling the scent - 
unmistakable resemblance to a dream,

the earth,
my feet in motion
hands twist against the cold metal.

mumbling poetry I couldn't remember

after I jerked against the siding, 
feeling the tears of my body that were
tied to the soil.