neptune

neptune

A Poem by Viktorsha

It’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 Viktorsha


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There is an intimate sensation of vastness in your poignant glimpses of thought and feeling. Romantic and reflective, you create deep a universe of two...

Posted 14 Years Ago


wonderful poetry. the sounds of the words roll like waves and the imagery is just fantastic. I really enjoyed this.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Viktorsha
Viktorsha

Broooklyn , NY



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