landscaping

By a.lesser.thing

Tue, 09 Apr 2013
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Let me paint you
a landscape on the
plains of your back. Your bony
spine can be the trunk of the tree
that we climb on when we are young.

I imagine we once thought we could
build a tree house, but your lips argued
that there shouldn't be another thing, put
into this world only to deteriorate. I didn't
understand at the time, and you said, "Good,
I don't want you to."

The bow in my brow never
left after you said that.

The lines the blankets,
the sheets, left on your
back created the grass that
we laid on when we became older.
I remember the first time you hesitantly
took my hand and squeezed, and by that point,
you no longer called me your brother. You said
I was something more. More than your best friend,
more than family, more than anyone
ever could be. I felt like a king, only
I didn't want to rule the throne. I felt
as though we could simply
hold our own.

Your muscly shoulder blades
are the clouds I clung to, or possibly
the walls, the outline, of our home. I could
kiss every inch, create an angelic architecture,
and make sure you are never lonely again. And if
this piece of art doesn't tickle your fancy, I will
paint it, repaint it, see it in millions
of different lights. All you must do is
say yes.

Certificate 12
Poem
Love

Comments

Submitted by littleditty on
POEM!(forgot to say -a beautifully painted one) One that must receive a million yes's from 'millions of different lights.' - paint it all! Write on!

 

Submitted by a.lesser.thing on
Thank you both! :) I've actually already planned a sort of rewrite, seeing as I've got a lot of leftover love in me and I purposely left this very open. I'm also debating whether I would like to turn this into a series, though it would probably be short regardless. Still, it'd be something new for me - I typically don't tend to continue on any pieces of my writing. I feel amazing when people compliment me on my imagery in specific, because I don't always find it easy to create images from author's words; I take a lot of liberty when reading novels, to be honest. I ignore what they say about appearance and delve into my own world, so I feel magnificent when I know that people can see the image that my words made for me. As for the emotion, I'm glad it gets across! I write largely on emotion and train of thoughts; I try to create poems out of little, "passing" things I think throughout the day, as it allows for a lot of variation. To reiterate, thank you guys so much! You're always so kind to me. :)