Motion Blur

I smudged your edges
And blurred your rough spots.
I trimmed the harshness from your tongue.

You pushed me on the swingset,
Charging half-moon, legs pumping.
Gravity gets lost in the air,
Cutting a tunnel through space.

And in the end I let my feet dangle,
Mulch in my shoes, little angry trees,
Dead bees on mangy skin,
Your hand on my shoulder, fingers like hardened burrowing animals in the joint.

Clean cut and sharp-dressed you are now,
A dirty dressing over a clean cut tonight.

Advertisements

~ by SimmerSnow on January 2, 2012.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: