deepundergroundpoetry.com

Cabin

You
have marble eyes that glaze,
I glazed mine too,
last Sunday,
and the time before that  
when I was at war with myself.
You extend them,  
lick
around my outside until I am bound
to that necessity,
the absolute orchestral insistence in your face.
I'd lay every time,
arch the spine,
lift
until ribcage is an instrument to play
until
the sky forgets
there was ever sunlight,
until I am surrounded by pine and woodsmoke,
axe outside,
body unwinding
until we awake,
wrapped in each other,
hiding from the rain outside.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 4 reading list entries 0
comments 1 reads 120
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
SPEAKEASY
Today 11:39pm by ajay
POETRY
Today 10:44pm by Northern_Soul
POETRY
Today 10:37pm by Northern_Soul
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:17pm by Jezkeebs
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:17pm by Ahavati
SPEAKEASY
Today 10:14pm by Ahavati