watterson

i'm not sure yet, but we're something

Did you sing yourself today?*
We are leaning into the wind,

so we won't break when it blows.
We are knotting our fingers together;

I am finishing the lines of your prayer.
Your palms are soft, and so are we.

I am sorry that we keep melting
into each other in all the wrong ways--how to stop the echo of a pebble
after it has been tossed into a lake?

How to wrangle the storm fronts
that twister in our minds?

How to brush off the rust
from our silver-edged eyes?

We have gotten used to watering
the flames on our tongues with saline.

Please hold me: you can't make anything better,
but you won't make it worse. Together,

we can catch tigers in red weather.**  

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apr 19, 2017
*Walt Whitman- Song of Myself
**Wallace Stevens- Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock
not sure how to feel about formatting or this poem in general. & if you're fancying the lines that i stole (?), do read disillusionment because it's much much much shorter than song of myself.