Curtians

Giving Back

Now,
The sparse words tighten the grip my mind has on each
One.
I am scared their meaning will slide between the gaps.
I gingerly pull the blanket back,
Trying not to disturb the spark still smoldering,
Curls of smoke fill my lungs,
Your hair light on the pillow,
Moonlit curtains silhouette zig zag flashes,
Rumbling widow panes,
Cold puffs of wind rock the trees limber wooden veins,
Chicken skin bubbles over your shoulder,
My breath cascading into your hair,
My arm cradling your alien ribs,
Healed over from his belly boots,
but still,
The reminder, a loose shirt, the cold blanket, can't hide, can’t warm.
Some wind of sleep burrows us together on one pillow,
The “lonely” lights deep in someone like you with no shears to cut the baggage.
So my lung's live on your barroom smoke,
My eyes sleep with “his” stains trapped in your heart,
I kiss you goodnight.
Now
Alone with you.

Reviews

[Corset]

Hard to describe the feeling I get from this writing, it's as if you "travel" to wear a heart that is asleep, curl up with it's slumber, and kiss it good night..especially impressed with this " The “lonely” lights deep in someone like you with no shears to cut the baggage.
So my lung's live on your barroom smoke,
My eyes sleep with “his” stains trapped in your heart,
I kiss you goodnight. "

[lee von cleef]

Numbers, 22 reads,2 reviews,you 2 minuets ago, Looking into me is easier for you then me,I think this is a morning, mourning dream the coffee can't clear away.

[Corset]

then we'll just sit quietly with it...

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

My breath cascading into your hair,
My arm cradling your alien ribs,
Healed over from his belly boots,
but still, ..........lovely verse!