embers
May 14th, 2012, 07:52 PM
she lives on the edge of a black hole
where time is a frozen statuette
(the type handed down through generations
to which is said: "hey!
look!
Time is stuck in a funny little pose.")
and with every rotation of the sun
her eyes will thaw, then her nose and then her face
(and with every rotation of the sun
i wash over the shores by her feet;
here she will caress me
and run me through her fingers.)
and with every rotation of the sun,
as my muscles tire and stitches begin to sweat,
she will say "will you rest?"
and i will smile "i am rested enough."
where time is a frozen statuette
(the type handed down through generations
to which is said: "hey!
look!
Time is stuck in a funny little pose.")
and with every rotation of the sun
her eyes will thaw, then her nose and then her face
(and with every rotation of the sun
i wash over the shores by her feet;
here she will caress me
and run me through her fingers.)
and with every rotation of the sun,
as my muscles tire and stitches begin to sweat,
she will say "will you rest?"
and i will smile "i am rested enough."