Photography and every time we kissed, there was another apple to cut into pieces I am the horizon you ride towards, the thing you can never lasso a harmless green burning all this green chaos, this foliage stirring you are innocent as a bathtub full of bullets. DSC_8439 God comes to your window a jar of fireflies i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) your real smile and the river rises like a barn on fire the mourning heat of the Sun the summit of yourself balanced alone your body glimmers in the dark slowly the night unravels like a ribbon at sunset I will see the seekers of gold you make mirrors want to grind themselves back down into sand For you, I lost the red and liquid breath of God inside my throat. but sacrifice is not the river i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) despite the splinters in my heart, I still love I taste the grit of heartbreak I could believe my body accidental like the dust of a strange country a dream bloomed every part of them blithe & smooth & touchable these signs that lead you to my door his wings are folded on your nest of boulders building gardens in the fire of god’s vacuity the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone « ‹ 1 of 2 › » Post navigation PreviousCoversNextVisual Art
