mori girl

on

I

I am lashed to a gypsy boy

by one colossal sky.

III

when this universe shrinks to a cage,

I’ll remember that his eyes were

black holes;

dripping, magnetic wounds;

and through them

we could probably tunnel our way free.

VIII VI

I will miss you, gypsy brother,

in the not-so-far-off fore when

your pain is no longer a false alarm.

XI IX

If nothing else,

remember the morning

when the sun filled our eyelids

and, for a moment,

opened those sleek black

holes to light.

IV

X

If nothing else,

remember the morning.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. I LOVE this. Man, I need to get back into regular writing. And poetry. You inspire me.

  2. I love reading your blog ❤ and I love your clothes too!

    Great!

    http://www.fawn-girl.com

  3. Anna says:

    I want to steal that cardigan ❤ Beautiful mix of colors and prints (as always)!

    – Anna

    http://www.melodicthriftychic.com

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