His Misinterpretation of UsA Poem by Jeanmarie Flaherty
Try, try one more time...
As I weave the tears of the moon into the form of your smile and place the ignorance of June delicately around my neck, try... As I evaluate the syllables that drop off of your tongue, as I measure the depth of us by the tone of your voice, and I'll stare, blankly, at the sky as you throw Dickinson Into the walls. You're preoccupied with mediocrity as my toes embarrass themselves with their obsession for the sea, this is not the place for artists and I'm crying for the tide to come in, I'm screaming for the waters of Mexico so I can Breathe The sky and exhale the stars, wearing the grin you once stole from the moon. You're erasing space with the hands that invade my skin, every inch of me is begging you to pour and my legs are covered, still, in January as they wrap themselves around your waist, confusion settles herself under our bed and I'm ignoring her... Just to be the seconds that escape themselves from the clock and immortalize me in the dragging of my curls between your fingers It's not... That complicated, you don't have to understand... But your smile is choking me and I'm tempted to crack myself open To let the moon fall out, I'm tempted To walk, barefoot, all the way to The Gulf of Mexico, But I'm too preoccupied With measuring The depth in you. © 2013 Jeanmarie FlahertyFeatured Review
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Added on June 28, 2013Last Updated on June 28, 2013 AuthorJeanmarie FlahertyThe Gulf, FLAboutI am reality, I am art, I am every dream I've ever had and the corners of my childrens lips when they smile. I am tears and laughter, I am shoulders and knees, I am a writer, a photographer, a mother... more..Writing
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