Sunday, 18 September 2011

Driving To The Stars

I stretch
up to reach you
reaching for the skies
And I leave a gap
where my heart lingered
in the knot in my stomach
And the tangles we made
of bone and tissue

Above I see
99 pieces of glimmer
Spell out your name
Mine in the middle
The taste of your spittle
Still fresh in my throat
The feel of your nails
still bright on my shoulders
from where you ripped the wings
that I gave your name to

Keep driving to the stars
I'll keep watch as I fall.

3 comments:

The Atom said...

Not married are you?

Dreaminglass said...

There's a 50% chance you're right.

S.H. said...

"The feel of your nails
still bright on my shoulders
from where you ripped the wings
that I gave your name to"

Speechless