Under The Eaves words by Wren
You tell me you watch me grow, as I watch you pass. our mediums different but goals the same. your so close I taste it for you, sweet nectar of everything you deserve. The monster that resides, in the hope that you don’t leave. you’re expanding. Become an entity of your own as my heart swells. remember that you are mine as I am yours. pulled back the curtains to let the light in. charismatic vernacular spills so easily from your lips. you’re infectious and i bask.
They said she was like an artichoke Out of all the vegetables. The clue is in the name Dead weight around a healthy heart The idea of her is more appealing But really she’s not there. An artichoke without a core is nothing, But acid on your tongue. Obtuned consciousness is a constant state Perennially unbloomed. A thistle in a meadow of daisies Head like a globe and chasing the horizon Eat my center to make yours better.
Sometimes I don’t like to be touched, the scraping of skin against skin. Removing cells from both parties. irritant, toxic, uneasy. there are times i relish in the idea of FINgers tracing the knuckles of my spine. an arm brushing against an arm, craving contact. accidental frission. atomically colliding.
head in the clouds and my heart in my toes. the arch of my foot is where my stomach lives. the pith of a lemon, stone of a peach gone soft. decay that is natural, yet still questioned. foot in my mouth, tripping over the shovel, and burying my brain in the hole.
Lauren Dennis www.cargocollective.com/thebirds www.wren-bird.co.uk