the artifact
Plant your hand upon her sternum. To feel the ripples of her
beach, the waves that gather beneath your palm.
There is more at play here than passion. Creep the moment
for its veins and forget where you are, the apartment spilling
around you, the sheets rush and recede, rush and recede.
Stretch her bones to their fullest and she is your caught bird. Her wings
twitching. She is the rocks upon which you smash an offering:
one heart. Exploding. A pulp of rubies. A magician's
last chance. This poem is an artifact. Oh how
Christ came into that room. How you thought you could be a better person,
her underwear tangled in your grasp. To smell the earth briefly.
beach, the waves that gather beneath your palm.
There is more at play here than passion. Creep the moment
for its veins and forget where you are, the apartment spilling
around you, the sheets rush and recede, rush and recede.
Stretch her bones to their fullest and she is your caught bird. Her wings
twitching. She is the rocks upon which you smash an offering:
one heart. Exploding. A pulp of rubies. A magician's
last chance. This poem is an artifact. Oh how
Christ came into that room. How you thought you could be a better person,
her underwear tangled in your grasp. To smell the earth briefly.