the world was wider, once: strewn bright
and willing to a fingertip's beckoning, riddled
with roads that spilled in breathless wanders
to otherlands of reverie. i remember
the promise i made a wild changeling child
before i bade her hush and say goodnight --
i've not woken her since: she sleeps and i steal
her spun-glass dreams for my garden
of wilt, ever longing to hold
the ghost-dance that spins by their dying light.
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summer-boy and such: early musings by Avallynh, literature
Literature
summer-boy and such: early musings
i dream of night-lit lonely beaches at the cusp where
summer tips over into autumn and the stars won't stay in one place and
there's a telltale chill in the air and college kids and fires guarding
our shores from the tide,
of a boy with soft brown curls
spilling down the nape of his neck: a fire-bright boy with glow-gold
eyelashes and burnished eyes and lightning smiles and
out-of-step tangos to mandolin ballads and shards of bottles and spills of stale wine and
brazen skies all storm-edged and
things i'd do if i couldn't regret, and
winter comes, summerlover, and i dream
of you.
your wake is the warm
languid whorl of a sachet-latté
morning after,
gone when six a.m. rain swirls
pavement scents of whiskeysmoke
& a careless caress away
under cinnamon-sugar grace --
and it was only ever this:
you were lovely
by trembled halflight, when you almost had
my summer-boy's eyes.