please, please, please

she spoke first
then I
we talked of nebulae
and barely nothing
to glaciate our hearts
for an unrivaled thaw.
we press on
to hold and revere
the gorgeous ardent cores
of stars
in our hands.
when it’s done
we compare burns
and quake.
so that some day
our callous palms
might support
a soul that could cauterize
a heart in winter’s sleep.

*I don’t know what to say about this particular piece. It’s new. I don’t know. I drink a lot of alcohol and this is about the scars we get and show each other. How the wounded birds we become, are so beautiful and experienced, they merit us the greatest powers in conversation and captivation. I don’t feel the best today and I’d rather not speak on it.

~ by Valentine Ink on June 10, 2008.