~~i would say i wasn't a poet, but i would lie.

[reenka]

so. most of the stuff i posted here tended to be fanfic poetry, and it was sucky. usually it's because i force it, to a certain extent, which makes it sucky. so i was typing in some poems (since i almost always write them in longhand), and thought, hey, these aren't sucky. so there you go, a story to go with the verbiage. if it sucks, do tell.



-A Wet October-

To inhale instead of speaking
To dip your fingers into the still silver
Rainwater, watching the red leaves float
To become accepting of the nature
Of knots.

I wish you were around a corner
To Sunday, somewhere around Tuesday
But never left till Friday.

Taste the red dust of forgetting
And wash it down with swift October rain
Believe me when I say
I didn't mean this
To be taken away.
~~~

-between us-

Your eyelashes descend between us
Your words sink so deep
I fear I am bottomless.

A secret fluttering smoothes over my skin
Delicate and precise: tearing a moth's wing
Or razorblades on whipped cream
A needle at a pulsepoint: a juncture of yes & no.

If you say it, I'll believe you now
Nothing remains but my name
And the sensation of flight.

My breath hisses, scorching skin
You look at me and I become someone else
Green swimming like scales
Is the last thing I see.

Mood is swept along, becoming fate
I'm not afraid of you, your fearlessness
I see how your breath hitches
With every bared inch.
~~~~

-unglue your mouth-

Your skin is fractured
The golden light seeps through
Your mouth
     the crimson gate
     elysium fallen, the pillars buckling
     your knees dusted
     before winter's breath.
         Evasive whispers, promises
         and August moons waning.
So tell me what you seek
Here between my fingers
So still & silent
Your mouth forming trembling circles
Detached and perishing at dusk.
Unglue my mouth
From your hips
     petrified
         within you
         like a greenish glow
         a pattern of daybreak.
~~