Posts tagged #Muse

terrain (n).

you are made of earth
you are made of clay and
the rock walls that make mountains
you are made of sand
the way you let my tide brush up beside
(but not sink into) you.

you are granite and stone
how your face gives nothing away
and holds everything in
but you are soft like the pillowy soot
when the fire is done burning
and our feet and cheeks are warm
and everything has finally been said
and we were ablaze but we didn't
burn down did we? 

you told me your chest is full of gravel
but when I bring my hand there
all I feel is soil
all I see is a field
all I hear is the whistle of air
brushing the seedlings' reaching sprouts. 

hallow (v).

I passed the park we went to
when I didn't know the city and
you didn't know the fate
of that job you came here for.

we sat there as kids
feeling old and independent
leaving our homes and
telling our mothers
we knew what we were doing. 

we sat there as loved ones
telling each other our faults
telling each other our secrets
telling each other the things we thought
that kept us from sleep. 

we sat there as strangers
testing each other
to see if we would look away
and instead kept nodding
"I know you, I know."