a short poem about those times we get windswept by a song.
It was Skinny Love, by Bon Iver. That night changed my life.
Cool grass under our palms
Earth's dampness threatening to
Penetrate our jeans
Blue washes everything
Orange glows the ember
On two cancer sticks
Grey curling smoke dissipates
Into the electrical space between everything
Our hearts held in three minutes & fifty-two seconds
Voices rubbing passion out of our chests
Seducing our eyes closed, to strengthen the abstract
Wordless, pulling, releasing sensation
Swirling in our sternums
Created: Oct 16, 2009Document Media