15 March 2016

Poem-A-Day #15 : Your Arm Is A Glass Bottle

Your Arm Is A Glass Bottle

Curl your twigs around this waist
and poke at the center of the base

Roll marble fingers on the sand
this sound is paper fires and strapped heels

Along the jellyfish streetlights
the concrete bulges like makeup

Here stone man tae the knife fingers
that I have in my pocket and trace them
along your wrists until they peel

The night is dumb with heat
your arm is so fragile that it melts at the elbow

Clouds shatter endlessly on themselves
as the moon triangles

Source : Little Dog Vintage

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