Thursday, December 1, 2011

There were mornings
When the sun would shine through
My window like a glass gate
I’d turn to my side
And feel the day to be
Like a sea of first breath

Now evening falls in a perched land
I lie in bed like a fish hook
And there, I see him again

A man waits for my lights return
A boy says he loves me like fresh earth in my arms

My heart is a box of letters
Threaded to a violet star

1 comment:

Nicole said...

lovelovelove your shoes. and your profile picture! so adorable!