The world was wished away
When we met. I wanted
To admit it was a bit like
Breaking a bone in two,
The way I swallowed your
Scent past my dull retiscent tongue.
I would have bore you clay models
If my hands were meant for that work.
Without a pen, I cannot create
The tangible things comparable to
that scent I spent time so wondering of.
How do I write you, with myself in love?
And so I wished the world away.
That day you smelled like a million cliches.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
