the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Lion Limbs

To conquer the tangles of relapse,
You pushed your tongue against the wall
And relaxed, soaking consonants and vowels.
You were prey to all your petty whims,
You hid your pride like lion limbs.
I took sips of sweet lemonade
And bathed in the clarity.
The citrus made my eyes red,
Evicted former levity.
You make every sentence long
For the sake of life's brevity.
Every angle is accelerating,
Concentric made your bed in me.

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