You.A Poem by Joshua Lean
I wrote you yesterday,
strung these words into song. until my balladry began to breathe the same airs that swam your glorious lungs. And with that, I could feel it again. I could feel Alive. That old warrior, Thesarused deep, in you pores. And it was a true thing, truly. the way you danced. As if the night was a recurring dream that would only stay with the sway of your hip. When you slept, you slept with a book, So that the pages would fall into your head just as you had fallen into them. Rambunctious travellers, they were. It was an exercise I did not understand. A kind of tit-for-tat that tattered silence like a titter. And so you lived a million lives, sat at tables with punctuations you barely knew, and drank wine with parantheses that shared your beliefs. I remember you said that I was like the sun, Because I took too much advantage of spaces, Of corners and empty pages. The sun only falls because it lacks conviction. Its fear of diffidence cannot let it breathe another hour. but I..I don't want to be sure. I want to be so bitten by darkness that I have no choice but to make my own light. i want to be so plagued with noise that it leaves me no choice but to carve my own silence. I want to be far-flung. I want to be retarded. I want to laugh with old kings until they show me their wounds. This is the only way you can see me as I have seen you, The only way you can swallow me in your sleep.
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Added on April 11, 2013Last Updated on April 11, 2013 AuthorJoshua LeanAboutI am a worker in words. And these words cannot be made to work for others. They are slaves to neither party nor position. more..Writing
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