Permafrost and Wax

I've chosen you in silence
And I choose you now in noise;
With a brush of pillow whispers
And the shouts of drunken boys.

When you've got nothing but yourself
And a ceiling you can't see,
I'll be there to 'twine with you,
And in turn, you'll cover me.

I'm tired of being stuck alone
With books and pens inside,
So I'll hide devils in the basement
And I know that you'll hide mine.

And frantic, fervent clutches into
Wastelands next to towns
Is a grasp at holding back the things
You say you won't hold down.

A person is a person,
Not a metaphor you like,
Because our skin's no longer paper
And we can no longer write.

We'll find icy angels melting 
'way at sidewalk cracks,
Burning holes into the pavement
With permafrost and wax.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like this whole piece, and the mood you set..."you will cover me"

i especially like "a person is a person/ not a metaphor you like/ because our skin's no longer paper/ and we can no longer write"---i wish i had written that....we are not metaphors, we are real...and the skin is really skin and it hurts when it gets cut...so do our hearts.

[Authoress]

you're so kind! this is such high praise, thank you!