Tuesday, August 21

Transformers In Love

you and me
we are Transformers in love

you are a rocket
and me, I’m a boat

tomorrow you’re an aircraft carrier
tomorrow I’m a plane

why can’t we ever be
the same thing on the same day?

Monday, August 20

a love poem involving flowers

this picture
was taken
while you were still young
and we were still in love
the flowers
in that garden
are blurred
and out of focus
a cloud of green and red
but i know they are there
i remember how they looked
how they felt between my toes
and you
you are sharp
as if i had drawn you with my own hand
the way i undressed you
the summer sun
did something to your skin
you were glowing like buttercups
and smelt of fresh fruit
this picture
was taken
some years ago
i don't know when

Sunday, August 19

saturday night ten pm

she must have
poured
herself
into
that
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