Burning Giraffe Woman

  1. -Z- profile image81
    -Z-posted 9 years ago

    -Burning Giraffe Woman-

    You fall in like a pyramid
    In the morning. Everything does.

    The Unnamed Eagle whispers to you
    All the secrets of the Yggdrasil.

    You smell of pigeonholes.
    All of your small-arm packaging layers

    Itself into tiny drawers housing your everything.
    I open and close the heart box.

    Two gods hum.
    And the spaces between them are humming.

    And then Dali's giraffes are burning like
    Stick-tall pyres in the dark.

    Everything is perfect.
    I climb into your heart box.

    It's just light enough to do the math
    And everything is adding up:

    Love's equation is branded into Loss.
    I curl myself fetal, hugging your heart in the dark.

    1. AEvans profile image78
      AEvansposted 9 years agoin reply to this

      Love is not necessarily always a loss, once you love yourself somebody will love you back. Never give up on Love as it is a warm, wonderful and beautiful thing.smile