AESTHETIC COLLECTION OF MYTHS
I do not need my photographs
I do not need a house
I do not need a religious structure
I will keep you in my gums
I will hold together our times when the
Same breeze brushed our cheeks
And they will be held within me
Like the clouds hold airplanes.
Thoughts alone are not sufficient,
Objects are mere eyelashes
That fall off the shelves of our
memories.
I will keep parts of you in my shoulders,
Others in calloused souls of my feet.
An infants grasp on my finger.
A fly’s wing brushing my neck.
I will grind my regrets into
dust that churns in my belly
at night.
In Dreams I can bite the razors in my mind.
Yet, I do need your words more than anything
and I keep them in my veins.
They are the dew that beads and cools
the stem of my soul.