i know a boy who falls asleep
on sunbeams, in bathtubs,
on the plane, hanging on
a branch by the shore;
on my chest. Pounding telepathic
waves through the bones,
through the tissues, right
through the muscle;
past the blood, past the scars
of ugly words, zapping them
away like a window wiper.
past the invisible defence
of my soul. Not asking
which dream he swam out of
to come meet me
in this corner of the universe.
j.
Wed, December 12, 2007 - 6:03 PM
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on sunbeams, in bathtubs,
on the plane, hanging on
a branch by the shore;
on my chest. Pounding telepathic
waves through the bones,
through the tissues, right
through the muscle;
past the blood, past the scars
of ugly words, zapping them
away like a window wiper.
past the invisible defence
of my soul. Not asking
which dream he swam out of
to come meet me
in this corner of the universe.
j.
