#porety

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glzGOQHOJt0)

There's a song in the way she moves A melody of hips And subtle fingertips There's language in the color of her eyes They are words I cannot speak And still, they pull me in deep

Roses grow in her blood and fall into her lungs Break her open and perhaps she would bloom She's the bouquet in the piano room A crystal lattice of dangerous potential in her head Sharp edges laced with lavender I find myself chasing after her

There's a summer night streaming through her bones The honey on her lips Brings shame to the tulips There's beautiful complexity in the way she stands A lily too perfect to pick She's a painting drowning in acrylic

She's a sculpture of marble and red stained glass Smooth curves entice with every turn Inside she holds gems that have an outward burn She's a garden in a dress Roses, thorns, and sweet honeybees She is a midnight breeze dancing in the trees

I am the dirt, And I have lost myself between her veins

summer slips from the sun / it reaches to the fields and gives them the color they work for / a bloom of such majesty that the farmer cannot see / his daughter / she drifts / between pink petals and purple berries / the accent of hazel in her eyes / dips into the vegetation / stealing its color / she is a blur screaming / with laughter / the callouses on her feet protect her / the cold soil between her toes encourages her / she runs faster

// the farmer catches a glimpse

/ yellow rain boots / abandoned by a girl in blonde curls / who took to a canopy of shadows and fresh fruit / a Scarecrow watches from a distance / the field is alive with the laughter of a farmer’s daughter / the flowers echo / a chorus of windy whispers / bees drift silently / they watch the scene / “come catch me” / she hides / a Scarecrow watches

// the farmer has hands that can see better than his eyes / they brush away the canopy / it does not help much / it is hard to see between the sun / the burning green / perhaps she would fall / scrape a knee / shed a tear / but this is a game they play / she will run / in the summer between the fruit / the farmer will catch her / before she gets too far / and he will bring her home / the farmer has not caught her / and the bees grow loud / and his feet hit the soft ground a bit harder / and there is the turn of a neck / and a tightening fist / and his voice tears through the field / and surely / she is hiding / and panic rises in his chest / and he catches a glimpse of her / orange sun hat / and here is the farmer’s daughter / nestled between the shadows and the fruit / he reaches down / with hands that can see better than his eyes / to find his daughter / and petals and vines give way / and an empty sun hat falls flat / and a Scarecrow has vanished

// and all at once / the crows begin to scream / a sound that does not belong in a field / fills this new absence / their voices cascade / and there’s an extra set of footprints / that race / through the shadows / and the fruit / and the fruit / a Scarecrow must have grown legs / and found the farmer’s daughter / and plucked her

summer recoils back / it leaves a farmer in a field / frost / and emptiness / and screaming in the wind / there’s an empty orange sun hat / hanging from an epitaph / a Scarecrow watches in the distance

/ but the farmer does not see him

So polluted

I’ve created my joke Giving in, creating foe Desperate rymes

A choice to fate Unable to contact justice was told to wait No worry to fret, giving in This apeite for production Will cover. Really shouldn’t have bothered I think she’s running the water. asked for one last breath

‘Take care. Goodbye,’

I said to you.

Decades ago, once,

In the august noon.

Yet here we sit,

Hand in hand.

Why so,

Under this lovely moon?

I asked you to keep upon,

The word to leave me alone.

Never to meet you again,

With love flowing in my veins.

And I tell you tonight and every night,

What a lover may speak,

To a lover,

All about myself, my life.

The time you left me,

Time of despair that may be.

Every single second passed,

Like light years full of memories.

And now I see,

Why I wait for so long!

As for a goodbye,

Kat-Mun ( @kat-ducouteau )

These notes, chords,

provide no escape.

I am trapped within