neptuneA Poem by ViktorshaIt’s Monday and I’m painted yellow. Friday and your brush still kisses the canvas with the golden flakes of june. And autumn is harvesting our tongues, but we’re still laughing in the heat of may. That orange heat that shook me weary under the feathers of your lashes, tying me in tune, I’m easy to impress. But you’re building words with your hands that are holier than any sentences I’d ever birth onto the pages of this journal. And you always listen. like you’ve got centuries of bibles to swim in. Our kiss is a pulse that beats inch by inch, mounting to that red brick house where I used to shiver silver storms of my pioneer childhood. With a wooden sleigh on the railroad alone, and I wish I could recite every four leaf clover dug up on the playground , and christmas ice skating blades too dull to ride on unpaved streets. And we lay pillow to pillow, knees to elbows, lips to palms, vanishing the hungry earth from this planet, i want it to be our planet. Where you can soak me under the cosmic blanket of your thousand galaxies, floating into sleep, and I never do. I float with you. a kiss on each temple so we’ll both hit that astral plane, and you will say you taste me in your veins. Under dissection of your shoulder I’ll find a patch of roots to bite into and we’ll grow spiraling like vines. farther than astronomers could ever find us, and we land our own discoveries, soothing our lips in honey-colored crators, fists tight and you’ve beyond won me. so let’s lay in solar tar and stain our atoms green on neptune, circling knots with our milky fingers and i’ll have you drown me so deep that every inch of you will be forever waterlogged inside my lungs. © 2010 ViktorshaReviews
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