AvianHartridge

Indelible girl, slid under my skin Shades of blue and gold swirling through me like ink Couldn’t get you out if I wanted to No knife could cut you from me, This sweet fire in my skin, God how you burn Can’t let go, don’t want to have to

I dreamed of touching Dreamed of the sharp breaths and quiet whimpers Of cradling your delicate body in my arms As I ran my fingers across your skin and learned the feel of your curves Wanted to find out if the heat of my mouth would melt your snowy skin If my fingers would brush away the delicate parts of you and reveal the iron underneath Wanted to know what you’d taste like The metal tang of iron and the soft slide of silk Or the gentle bite of snowflakes melting quickly Never thought of fixing you Just wanted to lay you out and take you apart piece by piece Wanted to find the hidden places in you that no one had touched To c

Do not try to love me because if I love you back it will kill us both, I will hold too tight and your ribs will shatter from the concussive force of my heartbeat, The heat of my skin will blister yours, as though you were holding the sun, I will love you with such force that this fragile body of yours will be consumed by it, And that loss will take me with it.

“one day” she whispers, As she dreams of escape. Of packing a bag and Disappearing into the night A new name and a new life, Somewhere she can walk the streets at midnight, When the burning desire beneath her skin is calling. With the need to run, to flee, To abandon this, the life she fears will be her cage. So scared of forever staring out the window and dreaming Never taking the chance to run, To abandon the slow death of the familiar She is aching for a sense of freedom she does not have For the sweet release of cool night air filling her up and carrying her away On some wondrous grand adventure. “One day”

Taste the bitter sweetness of a stolen love poem, Roll the phrases meant for someone else across your tongue, And imagine for a moment that those words were for you, Imagine what it must be like to be loved with such sweet utterance.

racing forwards heart hammering, can't hear for the pulse in your ears and ragged breath you know soon you'll run out of ground but for now each step your feet pound against the ground is enough it's the rush of running to the edge, of giving up uncertainty, of not being afraid that carries you forward and when your feet leave the ground you wonder if you'll fall, or fly

I close my eyes and drift Falling through the dark Till I am standing here In this place between thoughts Gray dust and dark skies, the air chemically quiet pressing in like something trying to break through This is the moment between the inspiration And the creation, the birthplace of the idea

I return home and empty my coat pockets I pour out the cinnamon scented coins scraps of paper, and the red of autumn leaves I dig out the heavy air, and the smell of old books mixed with the smell of rain, and the spice of freshly cut grass I shake out the last of the city lights and the sound of footsteps on sidewalks and so I gather up these pieces of moments and tuck them away, to be pulled out and admired when the memories themselves begin to fade

We walk among the monuments to great deeds and the prices paid for them stone pillars raised in honor of names we might never know but as we walk by we each pay our respects we trace the letters etched in the stone or tap our hands along the walls each action a personal ritual a silent moment in our hearts where we promise to remember that each star is a hundred families who paid the ultimate price

poets spent so long, waxing on about the stars, that engineers finally decided, to go see them for themselves.