Thursday, April 09, 2015

Waking

The numbing taste
of disassociation
from
light
contact
connection


How we dance
through and between
the dappled dying rays
of Autumns promised
cool kiss.


You breath the song of fading
melancholic clear notes
to catch and cling to my skin
then gently
sink deep within


"Take ownership"
you said
tucking my collection
of deaths and disasters
into my top pocket.


Watching the stars fall


waiting for the sound


while you bustle
and fill your time
to avoid thinking too much
about what I might do

















5 comments:

Bridget M. said...

Welcome back. The line about your top pocket is stellar. Love it.

Chris Never said...

Thank you Bridget,
it has been a while, hope things
are going ok for you

regards

Chris

burning moon said...

oo, you made me think about what a star would sound like when it fell. Cool. You haven't lost your touch :)

Chris Never said...

Hey Moon *smile* long time no speak lol

Now write me a poem about the sound of a star dying

that is your challenge if you choose to accept it :P

burning moon said...

The perfect challenge. Challenge accepted.