planet.

Published September 26, 2012 by April Fox

under this
blackbright
sky
i was in your
hands.

i held the scent of
fire
under my tongue
it made me high
it made me sleep
it made me

what was that
you said?
our words are mumbles, something like
dreams
half-awake, forgotten
what was this.

we are hazy filters layered over an already
pitch-perfect
photograph

herbal tea and jazz
picnics on the floor and waiting
patiently
to will our sun-blind eyes
to focus.

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