quote travel quote

You are but a stack
Of suspended promises
Wearing a trench coat,
Hiding before me. 


Come closer.
Might I recognize you?
Beyond stray pieces
Of memory’s puzzle.


Canopies of chest hair,
I giggle,
For I cannot compare you
To anything thicker than a forest.


Pendulum limbs,
Mouth so meek,
You’re shaped like the sound
A headache makes.


You are but a dam
Of broken songs.
Let me drown under
This flood of relief.

—  D.K. // When it’s been a while