November 2011
22 posts
1 tag
Convection
is it warm were you are?
Do you feel yourself thawing on my behalf
letting your edges burn
in the hopes you might ignite me?
that from the other side of the world
your warm breath might breathe
some
life into my bones?
Is it warm where you are?
Do the cold shadows
in the scorched streets remind you
of me?
Anonymous asked: How would you put it? As an island separate from all other land, refusing to be locked by anything other than open ocean? A ship that won't dock, or an iceberg. I would do anything, to congregate with you to that land deep, deep south where we'll float, completely unharmed and unexpected. Powerful enough to sink Titans, patient enough to slowly melt our days away until the ozone...
“I would like to give you
the silver branch,
the small white flower,
the one...”
– Margaret Atwood, from “Variation on the Word Sleep” (via funeral)
““I should have thought
in a dream you would have brought
some lovely, perilous...”
– H.D., “At Baia”
October 2011
33 posts
5 tags
