Wednesday, 4 December 2013

F. poems

Love At First Sight
Natasha, I love you
despite knowing love is more
than seeing you

(Untitled Fragment)

The angles of your wrists
preserve a certain mystery,
unknown by any lips
or written down in history.

To measure their degree
would solve the oldest question -
providence and alchemy
answered in your gestures.

But god and gold will never rival
the way your fingers curl.
They hold my breath's arrival
like a rare and undiscovered pearl.

House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski 

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