Friday, August 3, 2012
Friday, August 3rd, 2012; Stumbling
I’ll cusp my fingers along the side of your face, underlining the corners of your jaw & stare straight into your maple leaf eyes until you think everything is all right. From my lips I’ll whisper lies into your ears so you can sleep safe tonight.But without the coating of these walls or the lock to concrete safes we keep our hearts in, nothings alright & the calumny we choke down isn't changing that. The blindfolds we put on aren't leading us to transcendence. But I'll kiss you goodnight & curl right up to your side as we sleep beside the darkness, expecting to awake to light.