YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK
Mar. 1st, 2017 10:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
One day, it just showed up on my doorstep.
Honestly, I don't know how it found me again.
The last night we spent together, I lured it away
with a trail of breadcrumbs — a necklace
it swallowed one diamond at a time. Such a hungry
little bloodhound. I led it deep into the forest,
fastened its legs with twine. Dug a hole.
Said I will jump if you jump and it did
just like I knew it would. And now,
here it is again — on its submissive back,
its pink underbelly exposed — and I cannot say
I didn't want this. That I haven't waited
by the window. I sculpted your body
from the dust on the doorknob. I've hoarded
your name in my mouth for months. My throat
is a beehive pitched into the river. Look!
Look how long this love can hold its breath.
Honestly, I don't know how it found me again.
The last night we spent together, I lured it away
with a trail of breadcrumbs — a necklace
it swallowed one diamond at a time. Such a hungry
little bloodhound. I led it deep into the forest,
fastened its legs with twine. Dug a hole.
Said I will jump if you jump and it did
just like I knew it would. And now,
here it is again — on its submissive back,
its pink underbelly exposed — and I cannot say
I didn't want this. That I haven't waited
by the window. I sculpted your body
from the dust on the doorknob. I've hoarded
your name in my mouth for months. My throat
is a beehive pitched into the river. Look!
Look how long this love can hold its breath.