Skip to main content

Mouthful of Forevers

Please know:

Whether it's the days you burn more brilliant
than the sun or the nights you collapse into
my lap your body broken into a thousand
questions, you are the most beautiful thing
 I have ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day

I will love you when you are a hurricane.

-Clementine Von Radics

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Aphrodite

Aphrodite You do not love, in its entirety. You are dedicated to variety. You let your windows up in wintertime, You don’t mind the icy breeze. The wind bursts and hurls, Every frame holding faces Of the ones you claim to love. You wait for your Adonis. You waste time for a dream. The sands of time trickle, Not caring that you are now wrinkled For the ones you claim to love. You have children that grow up. You hardly notice their passing. Their laughs were never loud enough, To stir your heart and make you forget About the one you claim to love. You let your windows up in wintertime. You forget about the breeze. The wind dusts the time off your face, So you may still look beautiful, For the man that will never come

Prose Poetry: Flesh or Smoke

Flesh or Smoke She stood as a reflection in the thin glass and saw nothing but shadows. Thin light enveloped her body and a breeze shifted her thin hair. Black to yellow, and then all back to mist. The window blew in lavender, fresh mowed grass, but never a reflection. Her face tilts back and forth revealing porcelain and ash. Never leaving the dark gaze she sparks up a Camel Turkish Royal. Now there are no shadows; just burnt brown, wafts of white smoke, and the mystery of the morning would have rendered her features. Inhale, and then exhale. Who created the slope of the nose and the valleys of the eyes, the astonishment that a hole was creating to simply utter nothings. Without the mirror she felt her body with her two hands, doing things that light couldn’t. I exist, even if the light refuses to give me birth.