My breath haunts the mirror as I
mouth your name.
There's a sky over my bed,
it glowers and threatens to spill its gut
while the blanket mourns your absence. Everything
feels heavy and
thick like our morning kisses.
Your fingers in my hair.
My palm on your chest.
Four walls and a door
have never seem
this small.
Suppose the time has come.
I shall bring out
our broken compass
and your laughter in jars;
let the sound and mist
of the dusk carry me
to your side.
February 24, 2010
p/s: Welcoming myself back to the savage garden. Uploading of 2010's and 2011's poems will be done gradually.
Welcome back twin! Yayyyy!! :) Good to know that you are going to start update this blog again. I went lurking to some old blogs and one of them is this! ^^ Trolling over some past post and read some poetries, then you said you waill start posting again! :DD <333
ReplyDeleteI hope you will write more poetries in the future okay.
I love this part, idk why but I end reading the last paragraph more than the rest kekek. Esp your laughter in jars. Memory from the pass, someone laughter? Broken compass means no direction, don't know where to go. Might end up lose.
Suppose the time has come.
I shall bring out
our broken compass
and your laughter in jars;
let the sound and mist
of the dusk carry me
to your side.
<3
Laughter in jars = happy memories from the past, yes. And broken compass = compass that cannot be used for any normal kind of direction. Would probably only work to get them to find each other. Or something like this. I'm glad you still enjoyed reading this one! And yes, I'm slowly updating this blog again...
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