a loyalty of cranes (abraxa) wrote in bournvita,
a loyalty of cranes
abraxa
bournvita

hello, im new. im alisha :)


Your body is a year,
approximating nothing, not
rounded off, concise. I
collapse &inflate through
weeks, hunt the minutes
in war paint with dark eyes.
I spray from the days
like shrapnel, scattering,
drink each moment as if
it were saltwater, or milk.

Monday is a month,
Wednesday is a weapon,
Friday is purgatory, Saturday
superstition. Sunday is a
seismograph, 7 on the Richter
scale, hillsides slide. You
oxidize steel & chip at
concrete till only dust &gravel
clutter the ground with their
tendon &bone.

Perhaps we can be mixed, meshed,
poured into something new. But I
cannot deal with the debris. You are
not water-soluble, we are immiscible,
why must everything be so polar?

Your ions excite my carbon lips. Let our
bodies triple bond, share orbitals. Sigma
allows rotation. I need rotation. Derive me,
lay tangent to my curves, distance is speed
X time &I want to be so close your
electrons push away from mine.

But you are hyperbolic,
appear to touch but don’t,
indefinite. I cannot take the
waiting- stretched out, I am
a circle, no sides. I am a name
given to something incomprehensible,
I am pi.
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Hi, Doesn't seem to be much going on in this group, aside from one voice.

Really like your poem. THough it must be because we have similar styles. Particularly carbon lips. I've got a thing for sexy inorganic compounds, but I'll settle for anything from the table of elements at a pinch.