interpret this
bubble-wrapped
skull as moon
eclipsing that
sun-shining-
gift
of yours,
and touch
me swift
(here and)
here.
between
our pigments
is a universe
of our own
where we can
rummage-
through
each others
organs like dirty-
laundry
for a safe-
place to call home.
if it's the
last thing you do
cut me into
right
now,
cause there's
more than something
about you
see; you're
about something.
Eric Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/attach-a-more-believable-angel-to-this-here-string/
