did you ever care that i was taking risks?
because you never looked at me enough —
hypothermia was coaxing blue back into my face
when i smiled at you so rare,
and you just smiled back and didn't seem
to care.
if i breathed you in i am sure i would not survive.
you would infect me and i would not notice
the water pressure building up inside my chest,
the creaking of my ribs as the seams burst
and the hull splintered into flotsam you'd rather forget,
but still i cannot help asking you:
would you condescend to let me?
2 comments:
this is a really good one. and it doesn't even insinuate the urge to murder over 50 people!
just kidding. "aliens in the graveyard" was on tonight. it was even better the second time. i'm glad we're geniuses because i would be jealous of bones otherwise. actually, i am anyway.
also, when i was stalking you before, i found a poem you wrote about booth. it was clever.
this comment is alarmingly detailed.
this poem
a) works well with noah's.
b) makes me feel like i should either feel guilty or beat someone up
c) is good
d) uses the word "flotsam."
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