Oct 20, 2015
birdwinged boy
sweet as sonnets, trembling star-tear bursting between the shadow and the soul. a mouth of doves and crystals, sing me to sleep.
he visits a hyacinth village near a river. i’ve tasted this flower before. it withers with the touch of the birdwinged boy and his blueberry blood cells.
slumbering in a glade of fairies and him; his wings eclipse the shattering skyline of crying stars. they weep, for poor i, for i in such enchanted forest: i am crying, too. i am in love. and i am alone.
yet let me love the absent touches, the closed mouths, the heart of nothing and the laughter of young stars.
much rather i have three best friends than one magical lover.