Thursday, March 5, 2009

Behind the Ribcage

This burning
paper dreams
brittle leaves and twigs
fell after all was
lush and green before
the season began to undress.
Dying, drying
but now fuel for fire
raging, growing
lustfully consuming
blaze of purging tenacity.
Ashes drift upward
burn throat and eyes
make tears fall downward.
Smoke dances
into the night
into the atmosphere
i breathe
you breathe
and fills the lungs
joined to windpipes
conduit of vocals
yet to listen
yet to touch.


Anonymous said...

I really like this, especially the last four lines. I like this technique. Great imagery!

Billwade said...

well done. i love the short lines and the rhythm. "dying, drying but now fuel for fire raging, growing"