“whimsy”

sweet chocolate wind

look what you scatter about my feet

warm butter imprints,

resting…

and little moths kissing

stickers for children

for scratching and sniffing

 

feeling whimsical for a day

or a month,

or a year…

 

hands on my face

softer now

than the white oven baked

listening closely

for the humming and hissing

red hot radiator swishes

on the highway

in the evening

 

you move me with your green eyes burning

the next morning

after you’ve gone

your imprint still pressed on my pillow

like nectar on fallen petals

 

red polished nails that are broken

the phone that doesn’t ring

still waiting…

for the sound that will come

like giant footsteps on hills

just out of reach from the danger

for the tribesmen are swarming

 

it should come as no surprise

this honeycombed warning

it bit you on the neck

while in the fields you were roaming

 

so know her not

for what she really is

keep her tucked in the diary veil

for if she escapes

no one will ever believe

that you knew her so well

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/19/12

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