thirty minutes of previews
by whitehorse
we were sitting in the theater
i had saltwater for veins
i was consumed by the pictures
two stories tall and unashamed
i hade saltwater for veins
and my heart was like a giant
two stories tall and unashamed
i was breathing in the silence
and my heart was like a giant
but my feet stuck to the floor
i was breathing in the silence
with a red exit above the door
but my feet stuck to the floor
and my hands stuck to your waist
with a red exit above the door
and i was just focused on your face
and my hands stuck to your waist
we were sitting in the theater
i was just focused on your face
not consumed with any pictures
1 Comments:
so good.
excellent use of format
i can never get these sort of poems to make sense
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