malachite.your spine in the moonlight,malachite. by nighttimebeautiful
all bent up and creased.
i line my finger tip with your vertebrae
and you squirm away.
the mountains wouldn’t impress you,
neither the bottom of the sea.
so nor will my finger tips
setting your spine free.
your eyes are green,
but they fill me with
gemstones and coal dust.
the ilium journals.it's all like little beaches in her hands and the sun rains down hot in the water. hot like kisses and the sand on the beach of her hands.the ilium journals. by nighttimebeautiful
it's all like the feathers on my floor pulsing into the water so lightly. light like kisses and the feathers on the floor of the vacant shore.
open screen doors let the bugs make our house a home
it's like the freckled hairs of the lake that we comb, and we comb.
acres ache and sweep.there is a june bug between my bedsheets.acres ache and sweep. by nighttimebeautiful
three robins and a rabbit wade in the water
nearing a rock riddled beach
and they wane and swoon in the big red moon.
my hair fades to white in the light of the night,
you wear jeans that are old and musty.
and the june bug, it touches the ceiling.