I found this poem recently through I think a reference on Twitter or Tumblr.

My favorite lines are:

"in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes"

  - fun story - in a different life - I was nearly a professional flute player, it was my first major in college 
"thy legs are the trees of dreaming

whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness"


lil:

The words are pretty -- but what does he think of her?

    thy head is a quick forest/filled with sleeping birds

    thy head is a casket/of the cool jewel of thy mind

He's saying, I think, that she's brain dead.

I think if I was his love I'd be insulted...


posted by _refugee_: 1765 days ago