you and I
could make a sunrise
stand next to the window
the sun will hit your body
and we will watch it crawl across your skin
untill the sun sets
or you aren't there any more

Breakfast Song

My love, my saving grace,
your eyes are awfully blue.
I kiss your funny face,
your coffee-flavored mouth.
Last night I slept with you.
Today I love you so
how can I bear to go
(as soon I must, I know)
to bed with ugly death
in that cold, filthy place,
to sleep there without you,
without the easy breath
and nightlong, limblong warmth
I've grown accustomed to?
--Nobody wants to die;
tell me it is a lie!
But no, I know it's true.
It's just the common case;
there's nothing one can do.
My love, my saving grace,
your eyes are awfully blue
early and instant blue.

Histories

Great Grand Parents

Francesca Woodman

Pigeon

unlit sunbeams
kiss your eyes
yet to find their fire

there is nothing left
but the sparks
from that long walk home

eyes dimming
memories like glass

memento mori

Its cold.

i promise you summer, i'll see you again. love always -c

 

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