Monday, March 3, 2014

This Is How

Absentminded musings of time
leak between life and shallow pools of
unfamiliar sex and twilight cocktails.


Mingling among casual context,
chance surreptitiously takes shape
in the serpentine ribbons of heat unwinding
from citrus and chamomile and ceramic.


Inaudible whispers of pause separate the instance of
one thousand twenty nights,
and thoughts heedlessly venture forward,
slipping past well paid wardens of weakness,
to a time when the green sprinkles we bought yesterday at the grocery store
are expected to expire.




I don't think he noticed. 


6 comments:

  1. i've missed your willowy words, lulu. i'm happy to see you back :)

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    1. willowy... I'll take that :)
      xx

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  2. I feel like what you write means even more than I can comprehend... however; this one reminds me of him again... always him... :(

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  3. Yea, your writing has been missed round here.

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  4. I feel like I'm totally in that moment with you
    definitely have been missed by me
    love always
    ER xx

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  5. unfamiliar sex and twilight cocktails... <3

    http://thepersephonecomplex.blogspot.co.uk/

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