Sunday, October 16, 2011

not to be found

Eating like a bird again, maybe it’s in defense of you. You look at me with those hungry eyes, your owl eyes, feathers brush across your face, across my lips. When you look at me, glowing eyes in the dark, I can’t look back. The trees are going up in flames and the nights close in. I curl up to wait out the winter but you- always going, never settling- what do you smell on the crisp autumn wind? What secrets do the falling leaves speak to you? What unknown places do they call you to? I can’t look at you because you’ll take the knowing part of me and leave with it.
 fires in the heart make for cold skin

1 comment:

  1. You need to write a book, because I love the way your little snippets sound!

    xo Danielle