A beautiful view from the roof of my mouthA Poem by Anthony JI thought you were a parachute. Now instead the trees are pillows. Last May I dipped in pitch and lit my heart in slapdash effigy of the way the sun bounces off your eyes. Silly of me. Clandestine at best of course but I’d rather be stupid than inanimate, and one crisis in the shower per week is the price of a fumbling, earnest past. So paint me in melted copper, since regret is hot and should never be suggested by anything blue or by oil on any canvas untrampled. In winterI will lend you the warm spot in my housefire. Please recline in the dark on the roof of my mouth; let’s kiss and watch Alaska on the T.V. Theres snow enough there for us both to melt entirely. © 2015 Anthony J |
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Added on July 10, 2015 Last Updated on August 26, 2015 Author
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